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Making a molehill
I looked at my schedule for the week with a groan. It seemed at first glance to be an insurmountable journey, the Mount Everest Of responsibilities. I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to comprehend that I would be able to get through it. Then I sighed, and broke it down, one thing…
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Father’s Day
The cracked hands hid a wealth of time Etched in each and every callus Worn with weather and with age They marked him as a man of experience But the same rough hands That lifted an engine, Changed a tire, built a house Were soft and warm Holding each of his newborns, And grandchildren He…
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A fork in the map
Today is the first day I’ve written in my journal in over a week. I’ve thought about writing in it every day in passing, but other obligations kept intruding, and I packed the thought away, “for later” And now tonight, I open the blank pages and stare at June the 4th, the last time I’ve…
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Sleepy boy
Little boy blue You’re oh, so warm Full of sound and fury Like a summer storm The sleep in your eyes Makes it hard to see But still you refuse To go to sleep for me I turn off the lights And cuddle you close I feel your tension ease As your spot is chose…
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Champion
I am writing even though I know you will never read this. You’ve been gone so long, sometimes I can’t remember your face. But the memories we made together have guided me through life, a stalwart navigator on a sometimes stormy sea. I remember the times we spent together in childhood, when I would sleepover…
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Giants
I didn’t write yesterday. I thought about it, at least once an hour or so. But then instead, I found myself living, laughing and crying at talks given by insightful, amazing women with so much to share, Such wisdom and such humour. I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake. You can study…
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Sisterhood
My first full day of conference. For the first time in ten years, I was riveted in my chair by every speaker. I felt the power of the amazing women presenters. I cried with joy and sadness I felt enriched by the wisdom of others who were older and wiser, As well as those who…
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Chalk in the wind
Some days work feels Like chalk in my hand Watching lives Blow away like sand I wonder sometimes If what I do changes fate Watching so many Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’ Does it make a difference? Does it change things at all? When one of us is born, Another seems to fall I…
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Mommy guilt
Why does everything take longer than you think it will? Last minute packing always extends past the slated hour into another place altogether, where you begin to get nervous about not getting everything done. And then miraculously, it’s finished. Just in time to worry about what everyone will do without me. I know, logically, that…
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Live and death
June 6th. I remember many things from today, but the event that touched me the most was when I was in grade 11. I was doing a project on radiology. I have no idea what it was about to this day, but I remember driving with my dad and my best friend to Brandon to…