My idea of therapy doesn’t take place in an office. I don’t settle into a cushiony chair or sofa. My therapy is a quiet affair. It requires gloves and comfy shoes or boots and a willingness to get dirty, sometimes muddy. Therapy for me is being outside, either in my garden or my kayak. As … Continue reading Summer Therapy
Why? Because I am going to talk about sex. Specifically, I am going to talk about sex drive–or the lack of one. JT, if you don't want to read your mother's discussion on sex, exit now! I have never heard a discussion regarding female sex drives. Now days I can go online and get scores … Continue reading This May Make You Uncomfortable
It was Father's Day and JT was cooking. He had already made delicious omelets with mushrooms, peppers, garlic, cheese and lots of spices for breakfast that were the hit of the morning. But JT was also worried. Not about his cooking. JT is a damn good cook. He was worried because his mom had an … Continue reading The Other Rubber-Soled Shoe
So I am still in June mode, still thinking about silly traditions while I do things other than write new creative blogs. Other things like gardening. These latest musings come from my unpublished memoir, Cramps and other Rants from a Crazy Angry Bitch, which is a bucket load of stories and rants that I am … Continue reading The Engagement Fridge
I don't know about you, but June makes me think of weddings, although I was actually married in August. And what I really end up thinking is: why do we bother. How many movies have we all seen about the craziness of weddings? Yes I know they are movies but the writing usually has actual … Continue reading If I had to do it all over again…
We decide to venture further down The Atlantic View Trail. The three of us this time, starting at Lawrencetown Beach where JT and I ended when we walked it a couple of weeks ago. If interested, you can read about that hike here. Today the beach is sunny and blue and as always beautiful. There … Continue reading Atlantic View Part 2
Yes I said call me… as opposed to text me. Because if you really want to find out what is going on in my life, don’t rely on my dyslexic thumbs to provide you with that info. It will not happen. I am a QWERTY person. I love a real standard keyboard. One where I … Continue reading Don’t Be Afraid To Just Call Me
We needed to go for a walk. Really we did. We have been in lockdown for almost a month and haven't done much walking since it started. Lock down currently means Do Not Leave Your Community! Or in our case our region or zone. Lucky for us, the trails are only a five minute drive … Continue reading The Atlantic View Trail
It is a grey, rainy Mother's Day weekend; but look I have some bright and cheery grocery-store roses. Sarcasm aside, they really are quite pretty. Their primary colours stand out stunningly against the grey–both the day and my wall. And I love them. No I did not receive these roses from JT or The Doc. … Continue reading Grocery-Store Roses
A lot of people, myself included, struggle with small talk. We can't think of things to say when faced with the daunting task of talking to people we don't know. Out of our comfort levels and small circles of friends, we trip over words or make awkward comments when we finally do open our mouths. … Continue reading Small Talk Blogging Style
My brain works in mysterious ways. Something like that guy who is so popular on Sundays. I, however, am not always that serious and very far from popular. I am much more realistic though because I am a non-fiction, tangible character. Some of the things I ponder may not change the world, but they would … Continue reading Random Questions I Feel A Need To Ask
There’s a strange car in the driveway. It has out-of-province plates and showed up a couple of days ago. WTF is some come-from-away doing in our neighbourhood at a time like this. A time when COVID 19 numbers have just started ticking upwards again with a lot of the new cases related to out-of-province travel. … Continue reading A Strange Car In The Driveway
Dear Jennifer, I apologize for the length of time it's taken for us to respond to your submission. I'm writing to let you know that we’re ultimately not able to make a publication offer for your MS. Our list is very small, and we receive so many more manuscripts than we could ever publish. This … Continue reading Possibly The Last Rejection Letter
No one ever asked me that question, which was a damn good thing because I didn't have a clue. I don't think I was alone in this. Most people don't fall into the category of precocious ten-year olds who say they are going to be a marine biologist then grow up to become one. I … Continue reading What do you want to be when you grow up?
It’s a grey day, and as I drink my tea while watching the gold finches and chickadees flit to and from the bird feeder, I know I have no reason to feel the way I do. But the feeling is there, and I have struggled with it all week. The heavy, sad, bottom-of-the-well feeling that … Continue reading Trying To Pull Up My Socks
