Tag: writing

  • Oceans 8

    Oceans 8

    Okay, I’m going to have to fan-girl a little bit tonight. My hubby surprised me with tickets to go see Oceans 8 tonight, and I was stoked. An incredible heist movie with all of the main characters female? What? Has that ever been done? It was witty, bold, and at times painful in its honesty…

  • Thank God for family

    Thank God for family

    Another rainy night. A Friday, weeks end and everyone at home. We gathered to watch Astroboy in our pyjamas and have a family picnic. For once they all enjoyed the same movie, and cuddled close, enjoying the warmth of snuggles and blankets on a grey and dreary night. A weight fell away as we watched…

  • The thrill of the list

    The thrill of the list

    I’m positively giddy. Thinking about next week makes me smile. I’m not sure how or when I did it but I actually scheduled some time off and for the first time in forever, I FORGOT to fill it up! It must have been a week I mentally skipped, but now I have time to get…

  • The not so long day

    Another long day, in truth, the one I’ve worried about all week. Knowing that I’d have a full day at work and not get home until an hour after my bedtime filled me with dread. I’ve always been the kid who looked forward to bedtime, sometimes more than the actual fun event that preceded it.…

  • Telling tales

    Telling tales

    Another Tuesday, not a turning point just a stop along the way. I look around and wonder What did I forget to do today? A night spent doing laundry Which is never done as well My mind is in a quandary, But my blog an empty shell I started to write a story, But another…

  • Making a molehill

    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…

  • Father’s Day

    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…

  • The eve of destruction

    The eve of destruction

    The song, The Eve of Destruction, came on while I was eating supper tonight, and it stuck a nerve in a way it normally wouldn’t have. The news seems to be filled, everyday now, with stories of murder or suicide, countries ravaged by war or the latest, most heartrending event- children who are being forcibly…

  • Wisdom from a cat

    Wisdom from a cat

    What can a cat teach a child? I watch as my little boy learns the rules of life. Be nice, Because you get what you give Don’t bother them when they’re irritated, Give them some space Pats feel nice, And when done right, Everyone is happy Nothing feels as nice As cuddles on a cold…

  • A fork in the map

    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…