Today is the first day of a new writing challenge: 150 words a day over the next month. Remember Weebles from back in the 70s? « Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. » Today the therapist I’ve been seeing for my hip problem described my gait as « weebling » and suggested that the …
Yesterday was World Mental Health Day. A week ago I traipsed down to the local dog park, macro lens in tow, intent on photographing a magical mushroom Ian had told me about earlier in the day. Actually he told me about two mushrooms, one phallic shaped and the other a perfect flower. A low to …
As a frontline health care worker, I’m as scared shitless as any of you over this coronavirus pandemic, particularly now that there is increasing community spread of COVID-19. That being said, I am grateful for a steady pay check when so many have lost their jobs. I am also thankful for the moments of grace, …
Three years ago today, six men lost their lives in a Quebec City mosque. They were shot dead by a gunman in their place of worship as they participated in evening prayers. Five others were critically wounded. Film-maker Ariel Nasr’s documentary tells the story of the aftermath: six women widowed, seventeen children left fatherless, an …
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I met up several years ago with my good friend Terry to catch up and just enjoy each other’s company over a cup of tea. As we settled in to our seats he asked me how things were going? At the time my life was seemingly spinning out of…
Lately, I wear my protest like a badge. I wear it on my jean jacket, on my light winter coat and on my thick down coat. Sometimes I wear it doubly so that when I remove one layer, I am still protesting. I wear it during daylight and when it’s dark. I wear it to …
I recently asked an elderly man I know why he wasn’t pursuing a relationship with someone his own age instead of proposing marriage to women young enough to be his daughter(s). “Because I don’t want some shrivelled up old woman with a walker.”, he said. Clearly a classic case of the shrivelled pot calling the …
From a facebook post four years ago today: Last night I dreamt that I was with Donald Trump. Hair intact, he was throwing people he didn’t like out of a small plane as it flew over suburbia. Today I stopped by the pharmacy to stock up on Gravol. I do this fairly regularly and each …
For several years in a row now, my brother and sister-in-law have invited both sides of their family to Christmas Eve dinner. Elegant and ageless, my sister-in-law’s mother swept into the living room where my family was assembled, spotted my 88 year old, East Indian dad seated strategically in front of a plate of warm …
From a Facebook post 3 years ago today. I have no idea where the umbrella in question is. I’ve since moved on to one of those inside out models with the ergonomic handles. Fed up of all the cheap models breaking or opening up at the most inconvenient times like in the middle of the …
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