As much as I love a good bit of melodrama, it’s far more fun to indulge in when there’s nothing really all that dramatic going on. Life this past week has been nothing but drama (and boredom – hefty doses of that – but I’m getting ahead of myself), and so I think I’ll dispense with my eccentric flair for pandering to the poetical and just tell it like it is. Simple like. That is, of course,[...]
Archive for August, 2009
It began with the dentist yesterday. Followed by many tears and whimpers of “Why? But…why?” And then a rescheduled appointment. Wry, understanding smiles from the dental clinic staff. My brave lioness of a girl has lost some of her brave edge. And her mum lost a great deal of her patience…
Then to the grocery store. Whack! Clipped my knee under the steering column (some days I just hate being tall). The[...]
I am going to spend the entirety of my day doing whatever I darn well feel like. The end result could be very interesting indeed…or perhaps, rather dull, since my list of things I really want to do includes things like bubble baths and favourite books and copious amounts of baked goods. My long cherished desire of jumping out of a plane some day is being postponed at the request of my husband who says I’m welcome to[...]
A tribute to a friend who is moving away…
She is a tree. Life giver. Storm shelter. Shade from the oppressive heat. She is rooted deeply yet sways. Dances. The soft rustle of her movements is calming. She brings peace. She teaches through being. Her very existence is an inspiration.
She is firm. Resolute. She is no pretender. No seeker of glory. She yearns to be more than she[...]
Dear Old Lady in the Peach Slacks and Black Van Halen T-Shirt,
Honey, I just about ran you over. I know we’re a small town and people here make a habit of NOT running people over, because we’re so nice and small-town-Canadian like that. But when you step off the curb directly in front of a car, that isn’t so much jay walking as it is wishing for death. Crossing over into your seventh decade does not make[...]
Congratulations to Sandra and L.T., the two winners of my quotebook contest. Ladies, if you’ll email me your address I’ll get those off to you pronto!
For the most part, I read fantasy and science fiction. That’s been my main literary focus since I was about nine years old. It began with Narnia at age nine, The Hobbit at age ten, and Lord of the Rings shortly after that. Whimsy and wonder. The ineffable blending of[...]
Sleeping or awake, I can’t seem to escape the nightmares lately. Becca slept in an hour longer than usual yesterday and I found myself lost in a “day-mare”, weeping over her lifeless little body. And though her cheerful shout of Maaaaaa-Meeeee! soon shook me free, I can still see her in my mind’s eye. Her pale blond hair adhered by sweat to the side of one usually rosy cheek. The vacant look in her blue eyes.[...]
If you had known me as a kid, you probably wouldn’t have liked me much. Unless you find sulkiness endearing and frequent fits of melancholy charming, that is. Yep, even then, however many decades ago, I tended to over think things. Though it wasn’t till I hit my early twenties that anyone verbally applied the label Neurotic to me (to my face, anyway), I think it started when I was about six or so.
Birthday aftermath was probably[...]
I read a great deal of YA fiction. Partially because I’m currently attempting to write in that genre, but mostly because (on a good day) I have the emotional maturity of an average eighteen year old (no offense to eighteen year olds intended, truly). There’s just something about the struggles and strivings of characters who are on the brink of adulthood. Though technically I’ve long since passed into that realm myself, I still feel hesitant and awkward[...]
I am a lover of books and it’s more than just the words within them. The slightly musty smell as they age. The way the pages slork up the moisture in my hands as the hours whiz by. The solid hefty weight of a hardcover or the light, might fly away if not desperately clutched to feeling of a paperback. I love stacking them on my nightstand and I love the sound of the stack toppling[...]
