Technology burns, or why I am taking so long getting to editing my novella…


I know, I've been pushing it. I've been alternating between a 2013 MacAir, a 2010 MacMini, and an Iphone 6s for my social media and other time-wasting.  They are definitely showing the strain. So today, as I finally got my mind together to edit, there were so many steps needed to get things organized I…

Alone, so very alone


It's hard not to love Despair.com, especially in these times of comprehensive aloneness.  They hit the nail right on the head.  A few years ago they had another Demotivator that had a picture of a broken chain, with the title Dysfunction - which plays a lot in my head these days, lemme tell you, as I perch…

Waiting for the Tsunami, or Stay the F at home, already!


I know, staying at home (potentially with fighting children or that spouse you were barely tolerating at the best of times) is gruelling. I know. I have an eternally shedding/hair balling cat and you haven’t lived until you are woken up six nights out of seven with that horrible retching noise, followed by a bloom…

“Five minutes more…?” Or how whining like a three-year-old won’t help us stop the coronavirus.


Back in the day before my freedom 50 plan took over and MS threw me out of the workforce, I used to be a nurse, epidemiologist, and health care manager. Many many years of study piled those degrees on me, and I still try to keep up to date. I say all this because what…

The 4 AM moths


  Sleeping has never been difficult for me - more it's waking up that seems the challenge - but I find that as I get older, waking up at 4 in the morning is becoming a regular thing. I've even seen more than a few dawns lately, something I thought I'd left behind. More of…

Moist


Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

Does It Ever Get Dark Here – Little Fiction | Big Truths – Medium


IN the summer, busloads of American tourists arrive in the Yukon. Invariably awed by the midnight sun, they shuffle up to locals, ice cream cones in one hand and guidebooks in the other, asking… — Read on medium.com/little-fiction-big-truths/does-it-ever-get-dark-here-9f51d9b012fc Love the writing in this. I can feel that hate in me, too, but it is for…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent


Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

On Royal Weddings, PDA, and the Preservation of Love


I'm not a royal fan, though I give the Queen all sorts of credit for serving her office with grace and charm throughout some tumultuous years. I've always been suspicious of inherited positions and wealth - it's so cynical of me because of course, I inherited privilege as well - a healthy upbringing, sort of,…

Prepared to grieve


The tragedy of the Humboldt hockey players bus crash and the loss of all those sweet boys was and is truly horrible. I feel for parents and friends and other teams and everyone involved. Especially the driver that survived... But while this is happening, and we respond by doing things like putting hockey sticks outside…