A person in a black hoodie wearing a top hat and a beaked mask in the style of headgear worn by doctors during the black plague.
A person in a black hoodie wearing a top hat and a beaked mask in the style of headgear worn by doctors during the black plague.
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Amelia’s head was spinning.

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. …


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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!”

But…


Me. Photo by Author.
Me. Photo by Author.
Me. Photo by Author.

I am Canadian.

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. …


From the perspective of a parking lot, a drab, black and white photo of a building that used to be a “Pier 1” store, now being utilized as a vaccination station.
From the perspective of a parking lot, a drab, black and white photo of a building that used to be a “Pier 1” store, now being utilized as a vaccination station.
Photo taken by Author, post vaccination.

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…


A selfie of the author trussed up in toque and scarf, with Calling Lake and the Boreal forest in the background.
A selfie of the author trussed up in toque and scarf, with Calling Lake and the Boreal forest in the background.
It’s a beautiful day on the frozen lake. All photos by author or Martin Braun-Labossiere.

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…


A prairie sky swept with sunset colours hovers above the silhouette of a farm.
A prairie sky swept with sunset colours hovers above the silhouette of a farm.
Photo by Nathan Hanna on Unsplash

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…


A peaceful sky in the background, lake waves crashing on the shore in the foreground.
A peaceful sky in the background, lake waves crashing on the shore in the foreground.
Calling Lake, Northern Alberta. Photo by Author.

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 Gypsy’s Capacity for Change

The term “gypsy” can be used in a derogatory sense, and I think that’s unfortunate. …


A wax figure of actor Tom Hulce as Mozart in the movie “Amadeus”. Image by ivabalk from Pixabay

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? …


Photo by Chelsey Faucher on Unsplash. | The Centennial Flame located in from of Parliament Hill in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

by Eira Braun-Labossiere 🌻 + Martin Braun-Labossiere

“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…


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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.

But I’ve got to admit that I do not understand their clapping system and it just bugs me.

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.

Eira Braun-Labossiere 🌻

Love to write about life📝/Obsess over Greyhounds + Lurchers🐕/Proud Canadian and four-time Albertan 🇨🇦 https://twitter.com/EiraB

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