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  • A song in my heart

    A song in my heart

    Everyone has a song A tune that carries through the day Whatever the mood, Come whatever may Today my tune Was joyous and light Full of triumph, Winning the fight Some days are somber, More a funeral affair When all seems lost, And I’m full of despair And as I watch my children Run around…

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • A moment of Monday

    A moment of Monday

    Another Monday has flown by. I’m not sure if they were designed by a cruel god, or planned by a hyper squirrel in a tree somewhere who laughs maniacally as they watch people rush around. I jumped from one thing to the next, trying to remember what I was forgetting. It was one of those…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Robin is missing

    Robin is missing

    It’s the fifth of April as I write this and I’m looking out the window at snow that refuses to melt. At one point last week, I was becoming hopeful that spring was just around the corner. The sun was staying a bit longer, and the warmth through the window felt nice. But as the…

  • Sleeping beauty

    Sleeping beauty

    His hair is a radiant halo Over his brow so smooth His breath the sigh of angels, His suss is there to soothe So warm against my body His heart a butterfly, I look at his little button nose And feel the urge to sigh This time is passing way too fast, He grows larger…

  • Easter fools day

    Easter fools day

    Happy Easter Fools day! Such a confusing holiday this year, for adults and parents and children alike. So many jokes as always. It took me back to my childhood. I remember an Easter that fell before April fools day another year, many years ago. I remember painstakingly eating all of my foil eggs and rewrapping…