I admit it. While I have deep-seated chocolate cravings, I am incredibly persnickety about desserts.
It’s like the way I feel about coffee. I had a friend tell me her mother loved coffee so much that she would make herself a cup of instant right before bed.
“Hmmmm,” I inwardly mused with great condescension, “your mother does not appreciate coffee. She’s addicted to caffeine. Instant coffee is not what satisfies a true coffee aficionado.”
Yikes, welcome to Snotsville!
And then there are those no-bake icebox desserts. Flipping through recipe books and Pinterest, my sarcastic thoughts scream out…
“If I wanted…
Standing still as a sentinel, he watches. He waits. As do I.
As a silhouette, he forms the shape of a velociraptor as we imagine they fleshed out to be from bones first uncovered in 1923.
Even more so, when belly deep in water he glides like a ghost upstream. Mallards and wigeons space themselves respectfully around him. They aren’t likely to be prey but their babies may well be. He is fishing to swallow and then revisit dinner later for his little ones.
She was sitting in a goopy red puddle staring blankly, struggling to come to her senses. “What just happened?” her thoughts were jumbled. “Why in the world am I sitting here? Is this real or a dream?”
As she tried to rise, she felt weightless, and realized she wasn’t achieving a stance because she was floating. Enjoying this sensation, she felt nothing and everything simultaneously; it was euphoric.
Amelia was so focused on this experience she did not notice the activity around her. Uniforms were bustling and a crowd of gawkers were forming a few feet away. …
How long had she been out?
Miriam tried to shake the cobwebs from her head as she surveyed her surroundings. Sitting on the grass, and surrounded by forest, a mere 10 feet away sat a large blue telephone box. “Come on,” she grinned. “A Tardis? Really? Fantastic!”
When she looked a little closer she saw a pair of bright red Cons attached to pinstripe pants sticking out from behind the alien time machine. “Hmmm these look like Doctor feet, but which one did I get?” she mused. “Chuck Taylor All-Stars? Holy Daleks, woo hoo we got the tenth one!”
Being Canadian brings a strong affiliation with nature. I grew up on the great big expanse of the glorious Canadian Prairies on a small family farm.
Reading and writing have always been a natural draw for me. With an English major and Linguistics minor, I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in my early twenties. Those years in university not only helped me develop my writing, they also enhanced my critical thinking.
When I attended University I met the most amazing and most interesting person of my life. I was totally smitten and fortunately, the feelings were mutual. …
I walk through the front doors of Pier 1. No, I’m not shopping. In fact this isn’t even a retail store anymore. The letters have been removed from the building leaving only a pencil sketch of its former life.
Moments before I had cued up with others, supervised by peace officers ensuring we were there for the appropriate appointment times. A woman about my age approached me with hand sanitizer and advised me I needed to change my mask to a disposable one. She handed one to me with BBQ tongs.
Am I a character inside of a dystopian novel…
I grip the back seat handlebars and squeal. I’m holding on tight as Martin propels us toward a fishing hole site about 20 minutes away.
I involuntarily make a goldfish face. My head is squeezed into a snowmobile helmet and I feel like a very safe bobble-head. It’s been a few years since I was last on a snowmobile, and let’s face it, I’m not 16 anymore and I remind myself that flying off may not yield the same results as it would a rubber-boned teenager. The thought is nerve-wracking and exhilarating at the same time. I yell over the…
It’s a cozy weekend evening. I am curled up on the sofa with one of our greyhound-crosses, Dottie.
Martin is settled in his chair. Mr. T is passed out on a giant dog bed on the floor. We are facing a southwesterly direction, watching a riveting Belgian 2019 TV series titled “Into the Night”. (I mean, why not distract yourself with a show about a mysterious event that wreaks havoc on the world? Nothing that crazy could actually happen, right?)
As enthralling as the story is, I can’t ignore the bright streaks of colour bleeding into my peripheral vision. What…
I turned 52 this year. I’ve never had a stellar memory and the small holes of forgetfulness feel like they’re expanding some days but March 2020 to March 2021 are twelve months that will be bookmarked in my brain forever.
The one-year anniversary is upon us which gives me pause to reflect on the good and the bad, the positives and negatives of a roller coaster year.
The term “gypsy” can be used in a derogatory sense, and I think that’s unfortunate. …
Granted, it’s a long distance relationship. He, an Austrian, now existing in the ether somewhere. Me, a middle-aged Canadian, living in lock down. But we have always found a way to make it work.
Hey Siri, play “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart playlist”.
I’m alone in the house this morning with our two dogs. I have my iPhone plugged into our speakers, and I crank the volume to eleven while I do my house work.
How can I feel a connection to music composed over 200 years ago? …