I was walking to the corner store to buy candy with my meagre allowance one bright summer morning, skipping cracks because who wants a mother with a broken back, and when I looked up, I was fifty-two. There’s a lifetime in the gap, but I forget all too often the history in my history, focusing only on the ugly bits, which, excluding the eating disorder … Continue reading Criticism or celebration?
I abandoned Facebook recently and every day, my mood celebrates that decision. Still, the occasionally meaningful graphic is nice. I found one on Pinterest. I have a fondness for things that look nostalgic. It’s good advice – stand tall and find the light – but it should come with a corollary. Something in an “evil thoughts for those who bear shadows,” perhaps? It would be … Continue reading Be like a sunflower.
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I was driving home the other day when I remembered something: I don’t have to live my life for other people. This isn’t a new thought, nor is it unique. It’s a thought that has popped up before – one reads about this truth everywhere – but I’ve avoiding dealing with it. The undealt with, however, returns. The… Continue reading Anniversary reblog: “No” is a complete sentence.
I like serendipity, and although there’ve been challenges in my life (my whinier self thinks to an unfair degree), I’ve been lucky in the serendipity stakes. Evidence includes the essay below showing up when I needed to read it. Of late, the challenges in my life seem to centre around relationships. I struggle with boundaries. I struggle with what I want my life to look … Continue reading The one percent cuts like a knife.*
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