I think it’s my Gen X genes that make me think fondly of potpourri. It was a display staple made up of colourful, perfumed mixes of dried pinecones, twigs, flowers, and botanicals, displayed in various bowls and urns. Country kitchen design choices had a moment across most of North America during the nineteen-eighties, especially in urban areas. In my opinion, we develop a lot of … Continue reading It’s Potpourri Time
A former writing professor of mine once mentioned to our class that keeping a notebook on hand at all times was a great habit for those who like to play with words and thoughts to adopt. We tend not to remember as well as we planned those important random thoughts we enthusiastically commit to memory in the moment. Or perhaps that’s a “me” thing. I … Continue reading Fall Cleaning and Deep Thoughts
I have eight tattoos currently, and no regrets. My first ink was a thirtieth birthday present: I got a tattoo of the crown chakra, and had it done in purple. The crown chakra represents knowledge and peace, which I felt were nicely aspirational sentiments for a tattoo. It’s on my back, just above the left shoulder blade. It’s the only tattoo I can’t see without … Continue reading Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
Introduction I’ve been struggling with doing this last bit, and that struggle extends into writing. Part of the blame lies with mood, and part of it is a result of pain. Depression leaves me apathetic and unmotivated, and the pain associated with carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand, along with the carpal metacarpal arthritis in both hands, makes working with my hands difficult. The … Continue reading Seventy-Three Questions, Seventy-Three-ish Answers
