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? …
“If you want to make change and then preserve it, you need to be eternally vigilant.” *
I’m probably not the right person to write on this topic. That’s why I’ve asked my politically aware and news savvy husband, Martin, to write this with me, as it’s been a hot topic in our home for the last couple of weeks. Er… for the last year. OK, let’s face it, for the last four years.
Since January 6th, I have been glued to the news. I don’t think I need to explain why as…
First, let me say that I truly appreciate Medium and have been having so much fun publishing my articles through various Medium publications over the last year.
I do comprehend that originally the claps 👏 were part of the monetary reward/paywall system for writers who are Medium members. When Medium changed its method of payment to writers, however, the claps seemed to morph into a sort of rating system only – to draw attention to the writers’ articles for Medium. Receiving a higher number of claps may even lead to curation selection, thereby granting you exposure to a greater audience.
I can’t help myself. Nature is so fascinating that random questions frequently populate my thoughts.
Thanks to the immediacy of online research I can find answers pretty quickly and I know you’ll be delighted that I’ve neatly curated my strange queries and answers for you here today.
My husband, Martin, and I were having a highbrow conversation about flatulence one afternoon. We walk our two dogs twice a day over a bridge that carries us over the local river. There is a small open space of water that is shrinking fast as the ice solidifies with Mallards dotting the surface…