On being seen or not- the glorious invisibility of the 60+


Way back in the dawn of time, when dinosaurs ruled the earth, etc etc etc, I used to be able to grab the world's attention with a winning smile and a push-up bra. I've even got good eyes. And cheekbones. I felt seen, essential, valuable. I was asked my opinion about things, and I HAD…

Snow Day, or how being psychrophilic can be a good thing…


Psychrophilic: thriving at a relatively low temperature There are times when I know I am meant to live in the north. Today is one of them. We had lashings of snow yesterday, and, true to the Maritimes, everyone except the snowblowers and emergency people had a snow day. The silence here in the city was…

Jack of All Trades, Master of None


Sometime in my formative years, someone used this expression around me. It probably wasn't AT me, but somehow it got encompassed in my brain cellular DNA and I hear the phrase every time I try to do something lately. Primarily because I don't seem to be master of much lately - I can't help but…

I packed Christmas up today…


I'm done. I can't feel it anymore this year. I think it was Boris Johnson being elected. Or maybe it was the sad sorry spectacle of people risking their selfish careers to try to impeach a loathsome orange toad, only to run up against so MUCH BLOODY SELF-INTEREST that it practically oozes out of those…

For some bizarre reason, I thought of you today…


So, today I was trying to clean Gorilla glue© off my hands (having smeared it all over them while repairing the bird feeder), and in desperation, poured Listerine© over them-- and I was sent flipping backwards in time to when I used to date this silly man who tried to treat his fungal toenail by…

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I don't know about the rest of y'all, but I am just about at the point of torching my email box. I'm frantically unsubscribing from every site I ever agreed to and heading for cyberdarkness. Don't call me, I'll call you... I mean, HONESTLY. Every day for the past two weeks, my inbox has been…

‘Otto goes beep-bup’, or the merry, noisy, brain vibrating trip of an MRI


https://www.amazon.com/Go-Otto-Adventures/dp/1481467239/ref=nodl_ When my middle son was learning to read, he consumed book after book after book. Soon, we ran out of easy to access chapter books that were interesting and yet not too 'mature' in subject for his racing mind. Enter the astonishing Annapolis Royal Library librarian. She provided BOXES of books for my guy!…

Panic-o-Wri-mo!


How did it get to be November 28????? I'm still so far behind...plus this editing approach isn't good for accumulating words... If I seem to be babbling for the next couple of days, bear with me. I'll be hanging out in my head.  

Tempted by the fruit of another, or grow up, already


  Woke up with this song running through my head.   I know why. Maybe it's my immersion in all things religious and Mary as I finalize my book, or maybe its the thought-provoking classes with Dr. David Deane at the Atlantic School of Theology, but my moral indignation radar is seeming twitchy lately. (PS:…

On turning 61, or, “Hang onto your hat, Daisy! We’re in the long game now!”


Hands up, all of you who actually remember the time when you thought people over 60 were too old to live. That your picture of them teetering on their emaciated limbs, emitting old people smells and grunting at you seemed reasonable, kind even. Give me a wave if you used to giggle at the people…