I live in British Columbia, and our motto is “Welcome to Beautiful B.C.” because we tell it like it is. The mountains, the coast, the interior, the north; the oceans, the rivers, the lakes, the islands – all of it’s fantastic. We’re spoiled for choice. It’s also large – B.C. is one-and-a-half again of Texas and nearly four times the size of Great Britain. And … Continue reading The Solo Retreat
My mom died on January 4, 2024, and we’re approaching that time. Autumn is when things got really hard. Autumn is when she started talking about ending treatment. Side effects are a hellscape sometimes. I find I’m spinning my wheels a bit as the anniversary beckons. Much of my movement these days is lateral. My ‘give a damn’ is a bit broken. Unless you cut … Continue reading Grief anniversaries- an off-the-cuff joint.
Mental illness is tidal. I’m depressed again. I didn’t notice until yesterday. I often don’t notice right away. It can take a bit to tease out the motivations behind my behaviours, especially when there are other challenges in my life. The grief I’m feeling since my mother’s death, and coming to terms with the new relationship with my aging father take a toll. People who … Continue reading I’m technically depressed.
The content recounts the decision to euthanize a beloved cat, Lizzie, due to her worsening arthritis and aggression. The author reflects on Lizzie’s independent nature and the difficult but necessary choice to end her suffering. The emotional account captures the tender moments leading up to Lizzie’s peaceful passing. Continue reading She was (not) a good cat, but I loved her anyway – an off-the-cuff-joint.
From Famine to Feast. 