I keep a blog. And my blog takes the time to identify spam comments and drops them into a spam folder for me. I don’t know how my blog does this, but I do appreciate her efforts nonetheless. But I never just blindly delete all of the spam folder’s contents. Quite the contrary, in fact. […]
An Angel Trying to Come Home
There is a painting hanging in my kitchen. It was given to me by the woman I bought this house from. She was a single mother too. She raised three children in this house. We bonded almost immediately and dealt with most of the sale transaction without the realtor. We preferred it that way; we […]
A Lesson Learned
In this story, the author attempts to use his wife’s concern over his health as a wedge to get his own way. But, as usual, things backfire.
Tarmac Meditations #5 – The Other Side of Love
A runner on the edge of winter, ponders the other side of love, and finds clarity “just a little futha” down the road.
The Coffee Companions
I like to write on Sunday mornings after a coffee with a couple of friends because it is the time I feel the most refreshed. This past Sunday I started out with the hopes of writing a fantastic piece that I would be able to send off into cyberspace and look forward to the opinions […]
Tarmac Meditations #4 – On Not Running One Day at a Time
A runner thinks about a friend who may be dying, and gains insight from the meditative practice of putting one foot in front of another.
Norbert and O’Malley: A Tale of Two Drop-In Cats
Norbert and O’Malley are ginger tabby cats. They don’t live with us, but it sure seems like it some days. One belongs to the neighbours next door and the other lives across the street. If you’ve got allergies this is the closest you can come to having cats of your own.
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Fairies
My daughter’s tastes are what many refer to as “tomboy.” She has never taken to playing with dolls of any sort, never cared for the colour pink and couldn’t care less what she’s wearing as long as she’s allowed to play in the mud with it. My husband and I have always chosen to just […]
The Perfectly Discombobulated Mother
A mother realizes that there are good and bad times for buying a car. This was a bad time. A really bad time.
Reasons to Give Yourself Flowers
“Who brought you those flowers?” my daughter asked as she walked into the kitchen and saw me trying to artfully arrange a bouquet of daffodils in a vase. “Yeah,” questioned my husband. “Where did they come from? I didn’t bring them to you.” My other daughter joined in and started teasing that I had a […]
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