Balance Would Be Good

Life feels a bit like this photo right now – buggy. While Ric is on the mend, I have been undergoing tests for chronic issues. Last week, two biopsies were taken and a growth removed. No answers yet. “Are you scared?” Ric asks me as we lie awake, minds processing in the stillness of night. […]

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It’s A Wonderful World

That life lead us to settle in this small town on the river, is magic, made even more wonderful by the presence of our majestic tree. Every day is a wonder with our two little adoptees. The best thing of all, is that life is opening up again, and we got to spend some face-to-face […]

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Trash The Script…Please!

“There’s a sit-com in here somewhere,” I tell a friend, relaying how our week has gone. “Except no one would believe it,” she retorts. She could be right. I don’t even want to write it here: all seems so beyond the realm of possibility. Ric and I have found a rhythm. I look after his […]

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Ordering Thai

Actually, the dogs get out to circle the neighbourhood every day. Ric does the walking. He does the grocery shopping, picks up meds, and deals with all other outside matters. I stay home, guarding my high risk. We do try to maintain some normalcy by ordering out once a week. In our small town the […]

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Sculpting

The best openings are the one’s we carve for ourselves. We spent New Year’s Eve reminiscing about eighteen years of togetherness. Stayed up past midnight, and talked about our future. Hope coloured our words. Sculpting has been on my mind – not literally, but in the sense of chipping away at the outer facade to […]

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Pondering Abstractions

The certainty of yesterdayhas slipped our grasplight deflecting truthtossing us into the abstract I ponder processand outcomes,will my mind to carry megliding between thermalsdissolving into vapours Some realities too hard to bear –dislodged, we tread the indeterminate. (I submit these images and poem to the challenges of Lens-Artists and Ragtag Community. While we try to […]

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Paradoxical

Fear and intimidation formed the basis of his power. To this day I tremble, afraid I’ve misstepped – parked the car wrong, forgot to close the door properly, or spoken out of turn. My father was a hand grenade with the pin perpetually pulled. He was also motivational, citing the works of Carnegie, Peale, Gibran, […]

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Blessings Plus a Year

Sunflowers and chocolates kick off my birthday week. Delivered by daughter and her family made it all the more special. I share my birthday month with now seven-year-old Sloane and our youngest, so July is filled with blessings. We are adjusting to the role reversals here – I now drive Ric to appointments, and do […]

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Every Step a Miracle

Angel of Death. The name had started to stick. As a volunteer, working with the dying, my job was to help patients relax, ease some of their stress. “She needs you more than me,” on old Irish doctor said as we both arrived at a patient’s home simultaneously. “I can give her medication for the […]

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Bits and Pieces

Our first summer in the house and he’s putting in a new garden at the front. We’ve been scouting local nurseries and while he pretends that my preferences matter, he really is just humouring me. Ric has very specific tastes in flowers and most diametrically opposed to me. The viburnum featured, for example, will sit […]

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