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Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes You didn’t take my mother to a casino unless you had money. A lot of money. Alot of money that you might not want to see again. In Alberta, there...
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Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes Afternoon sunlight angled in through a glass door at the end of the hallway, spilling light across a spotless black and white tiled floor. It was...
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Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes My mother told me that when she was very, very little she had a doll. It was one of those very-large, stand-up and walk dolls which quickly became...
View ArticleThings I learned from my Mother
Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes Things I learned from my mother: How to pick out the most expensive thing; be it coffee, food, perfume or makeup without even trying. If at first...
View ArticleThis Banana Tastes Like Coma
Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes I was a horrible child. There. I said it. I know that this comes to a great shock to all of you as my well behaved, mannerly, polite and lady-like...
View ArticleAnd that’s why to this day, f*@cking shoes.
Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes As I’ve mentioned before, when I was very little, we used to live on base in Alberta in a lower income area called Tin Town, named creatively due...
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Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes Things I did that probably scarred my mother for life & made her question my sanity: Wander into a neighbors yard around four years of age and...
View ArticleIn the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
Click to donate toward Step Out: Walk to Stop Diabetes It is the last hour of my 24 blog-a-thon and I struggle to find the words to write. There are some memories (despite what you’ve read here,) that...
View ArticleA Letter I
It’s been a year. I have written that sentence all week more times than I care, staring at a blank wordpress post page and trying to culminate thirty three years of my mother in one post. This is the...
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Do you remember how many times you had to tell me to shut up? To be quiet? To shhhh? Do you remember the nights which you’d put me to bed as soon as the sunset and you’d tell me in your...
View ArticleTo my Husband in the New Year.
You are my little planet, my earth. Hard packed from the way my feet pace back and forth in your heart–worrying about the things you’d never think of. Because really, they aren’t things that were meant...
View ArticleMr. Dad Worthy
Picture it–(Sicily, 1947)–just kidding, it was probably around 1980-1981. I was roughly three or four years old. I lived in a tiny place in the frozen tundras of Alberta, a province in the great...
View ArticleConfessions of a big phat girl geek.
All of my life has been a silent war. This battle was not a grand thing. There were no towering men and women in shimmering suits of armor; silver, gold or painted rainbows on a field of honor. There...
View ArticleThe Sweater
There’s a little sand-golden house down a quiet road. Across from it, the wilds of Florida spike palm-shaped toward the sky, cardinals and their mates wheel over light gray shingled roof and perhaps...
View ArticleTo my Husband in the New Year.
You are my little planet, my earth. Hard packed from the way my feet pace back and forth in your heart–worrying about the things you’d never think of. Because really, they aren’t things that were meant...
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It is almost a new year and as tradition in this household dictates, it is a time of trying to pick up shit you haven’t done in seventy five thousand years in an attempt to better yourself. Maybe. A...
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