I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s the beginning of February. New month, new motto. This year’s theme is “Keep moving forward” and I doubled up, making it the theme for January as well. February, however, is about channelling my inner Elsa. I always feel good when I make a semi-current reference, like the aforementioned nod to Frozen. It lets me pretend I’m not solidly middle-aged, though ignoring the eye wrinkles … Continue reading Let it go, one more time.
I’ve filled quite a few planters for the back deck this year. The usual azaleas and rhododendrons are sharing space with, among other things, three containers of potatoes. They’re doing quite well. I’m going to harvest one this week, in point of fact. The new potatoes are ready, so abundant that there’s too much pressure on the sacks to dig them out. Such is the … Continue reading Taking compliments.
Trigger warning: it’s long. Also, it’s possible I’m blunt. I was eleven once upon a time, though it’s far enough in the past to refer to as a lifetime ago. Eleven was an important year in my scheme of things. Much happened. I realized my fat legs were destroying any hope I had for a good life, for one thing. [i] Of lesser import was … Continue reading Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.
From Famine to Feast. 