Sometimes Mamas need help. Sometimes they almost let grief and depression ruin their life, and the lives of the ones they love.
Sometimes…Part 3: Allan Murphy
Life’s too short to keep living with a ghost and her kid. It’s time to shake the dust of this town off my boots and go have some fun.
Sometimes…Part 2: Mrs. Avery
Shiny laptops, missing pension cheques and empty ring boxes are mysteries that need solving. But what can a lonely old woman do?
Ouija Boards and Séances
Sometimes exercising your right to an attorney doesn’t work out. Especially when your attorney needs to respray his Mohawk.
Yesterday and Today
I laugh at the idea of making the present the same as the glorious past. To hear some people talk, their past was lived in Nirvana. Idyllic and almost heaven. Yet I remember their ragged clothes, their snotty noses, using socks for mittens in the middle of winter. The past has different rules.
My Name is Osei (part three)
The governor was often in foul mood, for he was ruled by his wife Lady Frances. She was frequently absent, sharing her charms with various others including the king’s son, Prince William. I was a broken man without hope, but for the sake of the children who I instructed, I continued at my teacher’s post.
My Name is Osei (part two)
It was the summer of 1796 when we arrived in Nova Scotia and we counted ourselves fortunate to have made our advent during the warm season. In actual fact, most of us were experiencing colder temperatures than we had ever before encountered.
My Name is Osei (part one)
One morning I awoke, and noticed the absence of the rocking movement of the vessel to which I’d grown accustomed. Shouts and cries assailed my ears and strange smells penetrated even through the miasma of our hold. The hatch opened and we blinked at the bright light, then staggered out of the vessel. With its hot sun and its palm trees, Jamaica was in some ways much like home.
Tarmac Meditations #200: A Halloween Love Story
Slimy with cold sweat and fear, I knew I was in trouble, serious like a heart attack trouble. There was a pain in my chest that wasn’t just bad coke; it was too much of nothing for way too long. The Reaper was finally playing his hand, I could feel him right there, right now, I needed to get out.
Sometimes…Part 1
Sometimes life can be hard, especially if you’re a little girl living with an abusive step-father. Sometimes, your dog is your best friend. Sometimes, the witch next door saves your life.