I curse my couch. I curse all four of my couches. They say so much about me. Too much. And I am not pleased about what they say. Why can't I have really nice couch, in my lifetime? I am feeling that my deeply held desire for a comfortable good looking couch is heading into … Continue reading My Sad Couches
Family
Loving my Sister
Has becoming a senior citizen mellowed my sister? I honestly dare not write about the good fortune of my sister, as I fear I will jinx it. You know how my family is about OBA (the Old Bitch Above) and her unpredictable ways: 'don't get too comfortable, god knows what is around the corner'. That … Continue reading Loving my Sister
Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
I was complaining about a photo album that I had inherited. I said to my son, this is not mine, really, I inherited it from my mother when she died. I told him, "her friends made her this album when they gave her a surprise party for her 65th birthday. It is mostly pictures of … Continue reading Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
Protecting my Child against Bullies
JULY 2022 My last child was born here in NB and grew up on long snowy winters and summers of swimming when the tide comes in. His childhood was full of joy and love, but he has had some unexpected challenges along the way. Things have happened to him that never happened to our first … Continue reading Protecting my Child against Bullies
Lies I tell to Myself
She starts to giggle and her head blurs as she leans over in laughter, looking back at the camera, her giggling silently intensifies until tears are streaming from her smiling eyes, crescents of sparkle, flashing green through her long eyelashes.
About the Cha Cha Cha Changes
Everybody's change is different. But change we do; we do change. Adolescence is the first change. Little children start to morph right before our eyes. Tiny waif like boys fill out, voices dropping, shoulders forming. Girls grow curves and budding breasts and the chemistry begins. So we could … Continue reading About the Cha Cha Cha Changes
Lost scarf with gold thread
I had a beautiful scarf that I bought myself when I was out shopping with my precious first daughter. It was a warm gold and orange and turquoise, vibrant and fiery and calming all at once. I was wearing it on the day that I looked into my car's rear view mirror and saw my … Continue reading Lost scarf with gold thread
In Memoria Mum
In memory of 'Mom', known as 'Nana' to her grand children and 'Nananat' to her hordes or admiring younger women friends and 'Nat' or "Natalie' to her cohorts in her own age group, I shall quote from a journal dated 1960. On the opening pages of a date book it is inscribed M D Edwards, … Continue reading In Memoria Mum
I missed you but I was busy thinking
I have gone through a quiet stage. I even hesitate to write in my journal. Sometimes I feel tired just thinking about putting my thoughts into writing. But I don't feel bad or sad at all. I am cruising. I am thinking. I remember talking with an American cousin of mine about whether natural birth … Continue reading I missed you but I was busy thinking
Calving Season
There was a sharp glint of pink in the universe, northern lights crackled in the night sky. There was a deep crack and rolling rumble, a seismic icy shift, and a quiet shaking that formed a crack in the mountainous block of ice, the glacier, the glacier that is me, the mother of you, when you moved away. My … Continue reading Calving Season
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 