I am sitting in the bus station, waiting for my daughter to arrive. I am alone except for a young mother who is sitting way over in the farthest corner. Her son is perhaps two-and-a-half, maybe three years old, and he is a handful. Continue reading “The Woman at the Bus Stop”
Tag: creative writing
A Few Things You Should Know About Me Before We Get Married
I hate to cook. I mean, really, really hate to cook. Given the choice between cooking for four people or washing dishes for 100, I will take the dishes, every time. Continue reading “A Few Things You Should Know About Me Before We Get Married”
My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment
There is so much out there, these days, about being mindful; about being in the moment. There is even a Mindfulness for Dummies book (I confess that I have it on my bookshelf although I have yet to read it). Continue reading “My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment”
Looks Can Be Deceiving
I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies. Continue reading “Looks Can Be Deceiving”
More Cowbell…
It is a parent’s job to embarrass their kids. And it’s a kid’s job to be embarrassed by their parents. Continue reading “More Cowbell…”
The List (Confessions of a Neurotic Mother)
Confession number one: I was an uptight mother. Continue reading “The List (Confessions of a Neurotic Mother)”
I Hope You Have Changed
My mother is the Queen of Stain Removal. Continue reading “I Hope You Have Changed”
Mom, Did You Ever Take Drugs?
My husband is always telling me that I am far too open with my children about, well, everything. Continue reading “Mom, Did You Ever Take Drugs?”
The Fairy Tree: Part 1: The Door
When we were looking for a house in our home province after having been away for over 35 years, all we knew for certain was that I wanted to live in a place with trees and my husband wanted to live near water. Continue reading “The Fairy Tree: Part 1: The Door”
The Fairy Tree: Part 2: It All Falls Down
We moved into our new home in the spring and that year, the first snow came early, in October. Typically, first snow is very fluffy, full of moisture and extremely heavy. While it is always beautiful, it can also be potentially dangerous, especially for an older roof or a weak, dying tree. Continue reading “The Fairy Tree: Part 2: It All Falls Down”