On Love, Stories and Jim Morrison

I cannot sing praise to two masters. I must give myself, wholeheartedly, to one or the other, or I shall go mad. If you're a regular reader of this blog, then you will have seen a pattern in my writing. I tell a story. It's an emotional one. Lord knows it's chock-full...

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The Space to Feel

Emotions aren't really welcome in our society. They're seen as weak, bothersome, attention-seeking. We are told to 'get over it', 'stop bitching','grow a pair'. Often I wonder if those who want to stifle the emotions of others are in more pain than those of us who...

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How to Take Care of Your Heart

Have you ever seen a heart exposed, ribs spread, beating in a nest of red? It's messy, complicated and yet, it works. There's all this blood, all these veins and arteries. It's perfection within a cardiac cage of tissue and bone. Your heart beats for you day and...

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Back to Me

Yesterday I was shopping with my eleven-year old daughter. The weather this past weekend had been beautiful and she realized she didn't have any shorts that fit . So, off we went last evening to the local Forever 21. I love shopping for her and her stepsister. As a...

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Let It Burn

"I can't believe you're making me do this," I said to her with a pout. We sat outside in the sun. Early April was never predictable, particularly on the Bruce Peninsula, but we had lucked out. Sitting on the deck overlooking Lake Huron, we wore only sweaters and...

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Overwhelm and Open Hearts

The day was misty and slightly cool leaving a light spray on our skin. On each tree a scant few leaves were dead, but remained- dangling atop branches that swayed. I wore a thick wool sweater on my back and a heaviness in my chest. The ellipse of human existence had...

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Skinny Love

They lounged quietly, contentedly on his worn grey couch. Her head was in his lap as they watched another "Museum Secrets" rerun. He yawned; she kissed his knee. "There's a thing called 'Skinny Love'", she said staring straight ahead, hugging herself closer in his...

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Reborn

I've been born more than once. Yes, I came to this world bloodied and blue from my mother's womb, but I have re-emerged many times since. I have shed skin, broken bones, drowned in tears, danced in joy. I have been groped, embraced, coddled and tossed aside. And yes I...

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Back to the Beginning

He brought her variety store carnations and a look of wonder when they met. Texting had been so effortless and near-constant for the past two weeks. He looked just like his profile pictures only better- kinder and more human. His eyes bore into her, wearing an...

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Moon Girl

I wanted a beer. Or champagne. Something, chilled and bubbly with a kick. I walked along the icy sidewalk with care, stuffing my hands in my pockets as if the depths offered greater warmth. The day had been sunny and cold, a perfect day for writing. But now as the...

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Undiscovered Goodness

The sun hit her eyes, blinding her for a moment as she stepped out of her 2001 grey Honda Civic, and she wondered how she could have possibly let it come this far. She knew what people hid within them. She knew most people lied to some degree. This search she was on,...

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Pray for the Girls

And I never quite know how to handle it when she has that look in her eye, the one that hides her tender heart while she says things I know she doesn't mean. My hair is a favourite one she reaches for- the colour of it. And then there's my clothes, the size of my body...

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