I like the Method brand of spray cleaners. They come in pretty colours and they smell good, especially the grapefruit version. The French Lavender might be a touch strong. They also work, something many product manufacturers don’t seem to worry about. You can even use it on wood, perfect for the lazy cleaner who hates …
I came across a draft poem in one of my journal entries from April of last year. I don’t hate it. I’ve been reviewing last year’s diaries to see what life was about. I was depressed most of the time. This resulted in a great deal of boring. To be fair, there was cancer and …
I'm full of "what if". I make the safe choice regularly. I make the "no choice" even more often. Fear plays a big part. It's easy to listen to her. She swears the embarrassment that comes from failing is fatal. She lies but I believe her on some level and restrict my behaviour accordingly. Yet, …
I’ve killed this piece three times so far. I think the razing of yesterday’s ramblings on guilt was the last big gutting. But really, it was trite. Been there, done that. I wanted to like the paragraphs I wrote on our snow day but I don’t write descriptive dialogue very well: my imagery was stilted …
I like numbers, save for those found in high-level cosmology and physics. And that’s really a jealousy issue: I hate that I don’t speak the language. I stopped my math education at university, year one. I can mostly understand the lectures but the papers and texts might as well be Greek. Which they also use. …
