the referral said teach exercises and train stairs we reach the second floor easy peasy where her son waits she’s fine but the dizziness may cause a fall it already has mended bone, broken spirit does she want to go upstairs? no do you need her to go upstairs? no but — she needs to …
Three years ago I bought my soul back And remortgaged the house I’ll give it a year, I said Before giving up And when a year passed, I said I’ll take it one year at a time. The other day my father told me, Your fence needs mending, Then watched me sag against its twisted …
Post-op update. I sat for all of five minutes in one of the nicest waiting rooms I’ve ever seen in my life. Gorgeous red leather chairs, tasteful art work on the walls, sculptures of healing hands, free wifi, and would you believe a coffee pod machine! I found it odd that the pen I was …
I broke a tooth over a week ago, badly. A huge chunk of molar fell from the sky disrupting a perfectly lovely dinner party. Of course, it would happen on a Friday. It always happens on a Friday or a holiday. After an angst-filled week-end, my dentist finally called me back on Monday and had …
This morning’s concentrated effort was to go for a run, then eat a healthy breakfast. (I haven’t done the latter in a long, long time.) But before taking care of me, I made the boys chocolate chips pancakes, albeit with a scowl on my face. Aunt Jemima, I think not. Ian suggested I buy frozen …
I’m turning fifty-one tomorrow. Not sure if I’m relieved or a little disappointed that it isn’t another milestone birthday. It would be difficult to beat last year’s celebration: a roomful of people I love singing happy birthday, contributing to a cause I believe in. A year ago today, I was stressing over my speech. Fifteen minutes …
I miss the old meThe girl who couldn’t wait for her life to beginA future rewritten, all grown up and away. I miss the old meThe teen who wrote daily with gustoMundane details of a boring life that was artful all along. I miss the old meThe hapless romantic who kissed pillows and postersMovie star-heroine, …
Recently, my son overheard me telling someone that I wanted to spend more time on my blog and understood it to mean I was embracing my inner blob. Kids! We had a good laugh over it but he still has no clue what a blog is and I suspect he was just being polite when …
I picked my boy up from camp yesterday, weary from my day and the hot, summer weather we’ve all been wishing for lately. I was looking forward to a quiet, unstructured week-end for a change. As I headed towards the chalet, I heard a faint, familiar voice yelling “mummy”, and spotted Sean with head counsellor, Meghan. She had her …
Today would have been my fourteenth wedding anniversary. The weather forcast predicted a hundred percent chance of rain that day and rain it did, bringing us good luck that would be short lived. The past few years have buffered the disappointment of a failed marriage somewhat, at least to the point where I can look back with detached sadness at …
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