Lives are built around the stories we are told. If we have any sense of creativity, at all, we will rewrite those stories to broaden the scope of possibility. I told a former suitor once that I was not destined to be loved. It was the story I had been told growing up. Smarter than […]
It’s been a year since my mother’s death and this past weekend we held a memorial. It coincided with Mother’s Day, which packed an extra punch. The grief that follows loss is seldom simple. Yes, I miss my mom. Yes, I am relieved that she has found an end to her suffering. There is also […]
Looking for a directionbut the way was blockedthe carefully manicured pathnot for the likes of me Then the snow cameand the tree lined pathbore no tracks of passersbyand I was not brave enough to try So I waited, as the seasons changedbut Spring bought floodingand the way was more treacherous yet –Inside I remain, resigned […]
Dream big. Set goals. And when the need arises, be willing to let go. Dreams are meant to inspire and motivate, to lift us in times of hardship – they should never be the chains that bind us to our losses.
The young can find joy in any moment. These photos are some of the children who have landed in our small town having fled the war in Ukraine. The featured baby was born here, having travelled in vitro. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: To be young again.
I seem to be stuck in an unhealthy cycle – I push myself beyond my limit and then crash. I’m driven by expectations I’ve set for myself and then taunted by guilt when I can’t fulfill them. There is no room in this toxicity to stop and appreciate accomplishments. Guilt is a crowpecking at my […]
“You never express your feelings, Mom. Everything gets swept under the rug.” This from my middle daughter, who raged at me recently for never being available to help, She has an expectation that Grandparents should be always on call. “And why did you choose to live so far away!” It’s 45 minutes by car, and […]
I offer our Ukrainian guest the last pot of chocolate dessert that had been dropped off that morning by a fellow Ukrainian. “There are fresh raspberries, too!” I add, gifted from another. She pauses, and then shakes her head. “Maybe tomorrow. I had sweet today.” And then she bursts out crying. I reach for my […]
Our river road runs beside a cement plant, so there is an abundance of rocks. A favourite sleeping place for the local ducks, and a fun playground for the littles.
Heavy as the day was –clouds overbearing –the reassurance of signsencouraged progress A closed-in, Earth-standing-stillkind of day – surreal in contrastto global happenings – but cosylike our own little secret. (For Cee’s Which Way challenge