Can You Hear Us?

If you know me, you know I believe in the power of story. Allowing ourselves to be vulnerable enough to share our story makes us stronger and give us permission to own our truth and stand strong in it. Our stories can serve as catalysts for change when change is needed. Writing our stories enables

Burdened

I've been writing, in one form or another, for most of the day. That, and keeping one wary eye on the Canadian news. I can't believe what's happening in the country I love. For the first time since its creation in 1988 (as a modern-day replacement of the War Measures Act), our Prime Minister. has

Elephants

There are elephants of varying sizes in almost every room I enter—but not at home, thank goodness not at home. Here we speak openly and disagree respectfully, but out there there are things I dare not speak of lest I face judgment or attack by one faction or another (by “out there” I mean the

Is The End Drawing Near?

It's Monday—the last one in January and my birthday week. After a slow and gloomy weekend, our granddaughter is in good health and rose early to make her own healthy breakfast and lunch to kick off a good day. Gerry's happy to have the opportunity to return to the gym after recent closures, so he

How Will It End?

I wonder how it will end? Will we wake one day to the news announcing it’s over? Or will the word “pandemic” have to be pried from the cold clutching hands of the news media? Maybe it will quietly fade from the headlines, replaced by the word “endemic” and, one fine day, other things will

Dare I Dream?

Dare I dream that the green on the back lawn will grow larger with each passing day till it takes over and the white is nothing more than a memory? Dare I dream that this year will be different from the last and the slippery slope will level off so we can move on not

Still Heavy. Still Hopeful.

I’m working on a project I started at this time last year but had to set aside for the sake of my mental health. It’s a long work looking back at 2020 from the perspective of a retired grandmother (aka: moi). I’m revisiting blog posts, journal entries, and the like. It’s heavy work. I’m struck