I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
I think it all started with Toni Morrison. Or maybe it was the Black Lives Matter movement. Or maybe even Trump. But at some time in the last few years, I have definitely changed.
Every article of clothing I put on was judged harshly in that full length mirror in that tiny stateroom. Lots of big sighs in such a small space.
As I decorate our tree this Christmas season, I am, once again, immersed in the ritual of it. Each ornament carries its own memory, but none more so than the ones that have passed from my parent’s tree to mine. As I hang these small, fragile pieces of glass, my mind drifts back to the … Continue reading Christmas Love
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
After all, I have had an internal journey worthy of Odysseus.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran
There has been a lot in the news regarding the celebration of Canada's 150th and the atrocities committed against our indigenous peoples. It has made me very sad, and frankly not really wanting to celebrate anything. But this morning, as I watched some old Canadian Vignettes like the Log Driver's Waltz and the Blackfly song, (I'll … Continue reading Oh Canada…
What if it’s the combination of our strengths and weaknesses that allows us to bring our gifts into this world?