Getting Rid of the Garbage (Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 4)

I expect it has been many years since you have given me a thought but I want you to know that I have not forgotten you.

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 2

I think I have known that I wanted to be a writer since I was in Grade 2.

The Big Boy

The Big Boy

Like so many traumatic events, that day is etched firmly in my mind.

Insignificant Little French Acadian Girl

“I will eviscerate you in fiction”

Brian Helgeland, A Knight’s Take: The Shooting Script

She was a dark-haired, dark-eyed little girl who grew up desperately poor on the wrong side of the tracks in an Acadian enclave of New Brunswick, Canada, surrounded by English speakers.

Letter to a Pedophile

Trigger alert: this post is about child sexual abuse

Um, before you rape that little boy, could I have a moment of your time?

African Drummer

(Fiction)

The young couple was on vacation, visiting the bustling centre of a fascinating city. It was the height of summer and the fragrant air was alive with entertainment: buskers were playing every sort of music imaginable in any space large enough to accommodate a small crowd. The streets were lively with the chatter of tourists and locals alike.

On Feminism, True Love and Happily Ever After

I was recently invited by a fellow blogger, PATRICK STORIES, to give my opinions on feminism. I am blessed to live in a society – and to be in a marriage – where I do not often have to give the matter all that much thought. Still, PATRICK STORIES writes with such passion on the subject that I decided to give the topic a ‘go’. I do hope you check out his blog…

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When I was aged 15 or so, my best friend told me that my expectations of love were unrealistic.

Boys Will Be Boys

My apologies; I have been unable to write much of anything in a month. In the past two years, Canadians have been pulled into the reality-TV vortex of the drama south of our border like never before. The Blasey-Ford/ Kavanaugh debacle has reduced me to a despondency and a hopelessness I cannot even begin to adequately describe. So many of us have 36-year old stories to tell: and 10-year old stories; and 50-year old stories. We are legion. And like the good, meek voiceless women our abusers wanted us to be, we have kept our collective mouths shut. When women like Dr. Ford come forward, they give hope to the multitudes of hurting, silent victims who have stayed quiet for decades. And when rich, entitled white men viciously beat them back down to their proper ‘place’, they also beat down every one of us who were once victimized. All over again… You never forget what happened to you and you never ‘get over it’. You just figure out a way to live with it.

I Hope You Have Changed

My mother is the Queen of Stain Removal.

Social Media Anarchy

I am one of those people who does not make waves.