I wanted to read.But I couldn’tI wanted to write.But I didn’t.I am at a time in life that is opaque, where there are no bold lines, only shadow and shades. So I have begun to redefine myself. On the cusp of retirement, a time when I aspire to hone my passions and strengths (without being … Continue reading Covid Conundrum
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The Sound of Lightening
We are having a bout of hot weather and lightning storms before the arrival of autumn. I love the sound of lightning. No, I don’t mean thunder. I don’t like thunder. It sounds ominous and threatening and downright mean. But lightening…the flash in the distance. The moments of silence. The beauty without the boom. It’s … Continue reading The Sound of Lightening
An Intelligent Hell
“An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise” Victor Hugo Interesting. Once in a while I'll have a day where I find it difficult being nice to stupid people. Now, I know that doesn’t sound very kind of me but I seriously have no patience for anyone who just seems, well, juvenile. And … Continue reading An Intelligent Hell
Contemplating Plato
“The life which is not examined is not worth living” - Plato Plato has a point. But examining your life can be a difficult thing. I know it is for me. Self-examination, of the physical sense is especially traumatizing. I’ve found a grey hair. Ok I've found a multitude of grey hairs. And a couple … Continue reading Contemplating Plato
It’s the Little Things. In Honour of Father’s Day
In honour of Father’s Day I thought I’d share some little things my father used to do that made my sisters and I feel loved: 1. He would sharpen our pencil crayons with his jack-knife. 2. When my sisters and I would come home off the school bus he’d leave us a little note on … Continue reading It’s the Little Things. In Honour of Father’s Day
When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends
The sense of smell is a peculiar thing.The raspberry scent of a particular red rose sends me back to my childhood when my mother grew a beautiful rose-bush in a bucket painted white. It was SO beautiful she took pictures of her three daughters standing beside it. New plastic binders smell like the Barbie camper … Continue reading When Roses Smell as Raspberries and Foyers Smell as Boyfriends
The Big Giant Hand
The older I get, the more difficult it is to sleep in on weekends. I can understand that when you're really young, the world is a new and astonishing place and you're little neurons, and dendrites cry out to be developed and elongated (or whatever neurons and dendrites do when they're being used). As babies, … Continue reading The Big Giant Hand
When Literature Fraternizes with Mathematics
My mind rejects numbers. I only do math if I have to: figuring out the tip at a restaurant, calculating the time of arrival for a drive to the big city. But now there are Apps for both. It’s sad but true, but there was a time when I would withdraw five dollars from the […]
A True Hero Wears No Mask
“Then, when he was all shipshape, his father put his big arms around him, and held him close to him for a few moments. Like an actor on a stage. It was not a thing you would see in real life anyway, and there was a faraway look on his father’s face, like it was … Continue reading A True Hero Wears No Mask
Ink And Spine 