Hanging out in a liminal space

I have a feeling of being in transition, of being in between the not anymore and the not yet. I've been chewing on it ever since I saw my dear friend incarcerated in his body from a stroke, and struggling in a nursing home. The push onto the threshold is also because this is my…

Single and over sixty: solitude or sorrow?

I've recently had the chance to speak with several over-60-year-old men, and women, about relationships, being single, loneliness. Well, okay, some of these were dates. Some were laughter over dates. Some were thought provoking, others broke my heart. We all handle being alone differently. Many of the women I know who are single seem happy…

The pettiness of the long-distance writer…

Oh, I'm so fed up. With myself, with my not-writing, with this foolishness that I assign myself only to fail. I find myself avoiding reading reviews of new books because the bitterness of "I shoulda been a " is so strong, though I know full well I don't have the stick-to-itiveness to finish my writing…

Felting rocks and writing faith

A little break from countries today. The sun is shining bright against a bank of threatening grey clouds and that always puts me in a thoughtful mood. Plus I've been making things for Christmas. Felted things. There's something about changing the form of matter that appeals to me. Pottery, where you take mud and create…

Downsizing, or why the heck did I keep that???

As part of my lifelong effort to live smaller (hahaha), or really, as I recover from the life of raising kids and all the multicoloured toys that  entails, I keep trying to shrink my belongings to tinier and tinier amounts.  Probably I'll end up being one of those RV types who lives in a conversion…