The questions never stop Can I teach again? Should I try it? Am I just giving up? The best days are the worst The doubts eat me alive Two years I've pretended Waiting to get busted Who gets to call themselves a writer? Not me. And yet, the shift has happened The genes have shifted… Continue reading A new career – finally believing
Paradise. It's not the tropics. I'm bundled up in a blanket with my jacket on, absorbing vitamin D through my face and hands. Not a margarita but a BC cider in my hand No internet No wifi Just the wide ocean The waves Relentless in their battering of the rocky shore Their energy And constant… Continue reading West Coast: Unplugged Joy
I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar It's a bird... it's a plane...it's a... tub on my front lawn. I should have sat in it. It didn't take long to rip out the old slime tub.… Continue reading Bathroom Renovation Part 2: It’s a Bathtub?
Back in the 90s, I read a hilarious book that discussed the phenomenon (or not) of Male Answer Syndrome. When I Googled it to give credit, my mind was blown by the entries. This is not one person's vendetta. Check out the top three results: The Medical Dictionary The Urban Dictionary Wiktionary I hadn't thought… Continue reading Male Answer Syndrome: Case in Point
Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” – Lisa Bullard, Turn Left at the Cow. Gringa The urchin scampered up as I parked the van. Huge eyes shone out under his mop of hair. When I popped the sliding door, he broke into a smile. Irresistible. I… Continue reading 50 Word Thursdays #4 – Gringa