What I Learned Today

It can be fun to cope with an aging brain. These days, I find myself distracted by so many interests. It’s a real job to refocus. I concentrate better by spending less time on Twitter. However, I’m still a spinning head on a toothbrush. An elderly friend of mine has been so sick. I hurried to her home yesterday, after picking up Boost, Ensure, Pedialyte, and more at Safeway. When I arrived, we exchanged several hugs. She draped one arm over me while I set the brown bag on the counter. Ann pulled out the nutritional shakes. “Can you take…

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A New Year to Give Thanks

Happy New Year, Dear Friends. Like the last two years, 2018 was another tough one for many of us. I haven’t said much about that for me and had fallen silent of late.  I guess that’s because I have a tendency to close off when I’m deeply troubled. Aren’t we supposed to stay positive, feign anything but the sadness and fear we might feel? NO. WE. ARE. NOT. I can’t afford to do that at all. Nor can I hold back my gratitude and love. For this reason, I’m giving thanks today. My gratitude for life is lodged in my…

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When Sickness Prevails

. . . we have quotes. “Everyone has his own story, and everyone could arouse interest in the romance of his life if he but comprehended it.” George Sand “You have a responsibility to tell history because people forget history.” Leslie Brody “History is nothing more than a thin bread of what is remembered stretched out over an ocean of what has been forgotten.” Milan Kundera “I go out of my way; but rather by license than carelessness. My ideas follow one another; but sometimes it is from a distance, and look at each; but with a sidelong glance ……

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May 2018 Bring New Hope

Happy New Year to you and everyone! Yes. I am back. Hopefully nobody is hearing the creepy Jaws music right now. I wish I could say I am bouncing off the walls with zany energy. I would love to tell you that I am blowing up balloons, rubbing each against my head and attaching them to the walls at odd angles. If only I could announce how I am playing a noisemaker like the sax, although with much less finesse and sex appeal. None of that would be true, however. I decided not to fake it. I will say hello…

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My Story | Our Story Welcomes – Jane C. Colby

  It is my pleasure to welcome and interview Jane Colby on our blog today. Jane has been writing for many years. She has a BA Hons (1st) specializing in creative writing, and was a school principal until she was hit with a severe case of ME from a virus related to polio. She runs The Young ME Sufferers Trust. Her blog is at www.methenewplague.net/blog.   My Writing Process I was very happy Terry Gibson invited me to join her to discuss my writing pursuits. I got to know Terry through Twitter and found her own blog inspiring. Recently she…

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Checking In From Another Track …

Dear Scotland Co-Retreaters, It’s so nice to hear how people are doing since our writing retreat in Forres, Scotland. I wasn’t going to update anyone, thinking, ‘Everybody knows enough about my messes already.’ I’m not good at familiarity with people. Again, let’s scratch that. So damned sexy! Being back in Canada has been like hitting a stone wall–without the buffer of two drams of whisky and a beer chaser. I’ve fallen and flailed, boob over shoelace, toe over head, yelling ‘WTF’. Unfortunately, as I repeated myself, my request appears in a thought bubble about four inches above my head; there is no…

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The Last Time I Tell This Story

This is the last time I will tell this story. I need my mother’s love. I knew this all of my life and It is still true today. I need my mother’s love. She was beautiful and I would have told her so if I wasn’t so afraid she’d hit me. I need my mother’s love. I didn’t like Ice Capades but I would’ve joined her to watch a show about Barbara Ann Scott, her favourite skater. I need my mother’s love. When she scooped me up in her arms after Dad kicked over the coffee table and scalded me…

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Moving Forward, 1988 (Warning: Difficult Content)

Slashing became a part of my life at 21. Shocking behavior, some might think, but not so to me. I’d been two decades in a severely-dysfunctional family and I could only guess at what healthy was. Cutting and hurting myself gave me a strange sense of elation. I was alive. I could feel. There was hope. The first major event that led to what I now know as my non-feeling state, happened when I was in Grade three. Mom had left Dad, so my two brothers, sister and I joined her to live with my grandparents. Overall, this arrangement was…

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If You Are In Crisis, Talk to Someone Immediately

If you live in Vancouver, please call the Crisis Center at 604.872.3311 • 1.800.SUICIDE • YouthInBC.com Women Against Violence Against Women (WAVAW) 24-Hour Sexual Assault Crisis Line – 604-255-6344 Rape Relief TEL (604) 872-8212 Battered Women’s Support Services (BWSS) (604) 687-1867 In the USA: National Teen Dating Violence Helpline: http://LoveIsRespect.org, or 866-331-9474 In the rest of the world, please check out the retweeted numbers @PixelProject. They have a long list of numbers from all over the world in 80 different languages. Note: If anyone sees important links or numbers I missed, please leave the information here in a comment for…

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