Adolescence
Poem and image my own
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Poem and image my own
Read MoreI spend a lot of time alone; it’s the nature of living with chronic illness. I am seldom bored. Perhaps, it as they say, that we come full circle – the essence of childhood rejoining me as I age. Alone time is when the imagination is free to wander, unrestrained. This post inspired by Lens-Artist […]
Read MoreBackyard BBQs and picnics in the park – perfect ways to build community. The children benefit the most, I’d say. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: motion
Read MoreBy the time she was three, my first daughter, an early talker, had shared that people have colours around them, that I would eventually have three children, and not to worry about those who died, for they come back like she did. “She’s freaking me out,” I told a cousin of mine. “I don’t know […]
Read MoreHunt for Joy Challenge this week is: sit in the sunshine. The sun is always shining when little ones are about.
Read MoreIn candid moments much is revealedthe curiosity of youth, unabashed A mind constantly processing the exuberance of a playful soul. (For Cee’s Black & White photo challenge: candid)
Read MoreRecent upheaval has plummeted me into a dark space, where I am not willing to settle. Depression has followed me throughout life, and while I acknowledge it has a place, I am not willing to let it drive. I learned long ago that the only way for me to counter the clouds is to be […]
Read MoreMy granddaughter paints a row of red flowers with crosses in between. Â “Flanders Field” she tells me. Â She’s six. “Your great-great grandfather, my grandfather, was shot in Flanders Field.” She raises her eyes to meet mine. Â “Did he die?” “No, but he was injured.” He was crawling across the field when the bullet entered and […]
Read MoreHere in southwest Ontario, we grow corn. Â By August we’ve also a grown an appetite for the taste of peaches and cream corn, buttered and salted, right off the cob. My mother comes from farming roots, but these days all she grows is older. We are all farmers, in a sense – planting our seeds, […]
Read MoreA six-year-old, intent on exerting independence, exerts gumption (Fandago’s word of the day prompt is gumption)
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