by Danielle Scruton | Jan 30, 2023 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
It’s five minutes before I have to wake the kids, and I don’t want to move too quickly because the dog will wake up, and I want those five minutes desperately. I even tell my bladder to get lost so I can have them. I can hear my son singing in the bathroom...
by Danielle Scruton | Jan 24, 2023 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Jenna’s raven-black hair bobbed up and down on my screen as she attempted to adjust the angle of her camera. Video calling was the way of the world these days. She was a two-hour drive away and was caring for her ageing father during our province-wide...
by Danielle Scruton | Dec 14, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Bending to kiss him goodnight, I whispered: “I love you exactly as you are.” His ten-year-old face relaxed at that. My son—at once gentle, kind, destructive and dreamy-eyed-—held a real depth of feeling behind his cool, blue eyes. The nighttime routine was...
by Danielle Scruton | Dec 8, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I don’t have a podcast episode this week—too much going on!—but I didn’t want to miss my weekly target. So, here is a short story I wrote in 2018. Yes, I’m divorced. And yes, I have friends and family who are divorced. This is not based on any one person’s experience....
by Danielle Scruton | Nov 24, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
When Dean and Frieda met, they had an instant connection. Not only did they have chemistry, but they had similar childhoods. And the stories of how their marriages had ended were alike as well. For them, the relationship was a refuge—a place to feel safe, loved and...
by Danielle Scruton | Oct 11, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I think I grew up assuming I’d starve myself before my wedding. Eating disorders are insidious like that. I have eleven years of abstinence from bulimia, but that doesn’t mean the thoughts aren’t there. That doesn’t mean there aren’t...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 30, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Share Little Love Stories Heaven within me, but sometimes it’s too much. It’s a shade too light, a touch too warm. I want it as much as I fear it. But maybe that’s not true. I want it more than I fear it, and yet I insist on a slow, steady dance. I...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 15, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
From my WIP… All the booths at the pub were full, but that suited Manfred just fine. He preferred to sit at the bar, staring up at the screen with a game he didn’t care about. It was a meditation of sorts, a way to empty his mind by focusing on something...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 8, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I kicked off my ankle boots and turned on the lights of my parent’s condo. As always, I was welcomed and, frankly, surrounded by their forty-seven plants, including twelve giant ferns. Caring for these things sometimes felt like a full-time job. My mother...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 19, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Here’s what I want to tell her: I see how hard you are on yourself. I see how you react, then retract, try to make sense. I see how you are doing your best. I think when you’re used to being praised for your intelligence, for your good sense, and even for...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 5, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
“Have you seen them together?” she asked with false innocence. I had been expecting the inquiry—dreading it really. I was between two friends in that awkward way. I had known them as a couple. They had broken up. She still carried a torch for him. He had moved...
by Danielle Scruton | Jun 20, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
When Lawrence died, it was a mild inconvenience. That may sound cold but I could never lie about this- I did not love him. Our fathers insisted upon us marrying as a fertile tie for their companies and that was that. My daddy owned a furniture store and Lawrence’s...
