the squishy moss on the rock God’s carpet he asked a sweet memory made the sound of the rain tapping its messages on the steel roof the fog rolling, cotton over the still water enveloping my board the loon calls out I am nearby this is home the lily pads return blanketing the bay white […]
Monthly Archives: June 2019
dad
I have a complicated set of emotions around the word ‘dad’. I did not grow up with my own father in my life and when I did get to know him, the mysteries of who he was, the fantasy of who I thought he was – nothing got resolved in the few years we had […]
The best of the best
My hubby is a kid at heart. It’s not that he’s never grown up – he takes responsibility seriously. But, he also takes his fun pretty seriously. Like cycling up mountains in Taiwan. Like he thinks it’s fun to get up at the crack of ridiculous and go out on his bike before work. He […]
aging – not for the faint of heart
In December, 1982, I met an inspiring lady for the first time. Tim’s aunt Evelyn, born in 1923, has travelled the world solo including Bermuda (21 times!), Europe, Scandanavia, Hawaii, and the Yukon; moved across the country to work in rural British Columbia in 1960, and worked at the United Church for 32 years. In […]
Ghosts or ancestors
This term, I am taking a course called Creative Writing through Reading and it has made me pay even closer attention to words. Yesterday, driving on my own for a few hours, I caught these words on the Broadway album for Bruce Springsteen. We are ghosts or we are ancestors in our children’s lives. We […]
