My father turned 88 on New Year’s Day. I know a lot of people think that is old, however I do not see him that way. I see him as my Dad, the man who always shows his love for me in one way or another, even if he’s not big on talking to me…
A Different Thanksgiving
When I close my eyes and think about Thanksgiving I smell onions. Every year my mom would start cooking the turkey very early in the morning, and I would smell the sauteed onions for the beginnings of the cornbread stuffing, as I lazy-eyed rose from my bed. This tradition continued even after I left home,…
Saved by the Dog
He has no idea what is going on right now. He doesn’t know hours or time or much of anything really, except that his humans and bacon mean a lot to him. We are home with him MUCH more than we were before, except for his “dad”, who works from home anyway. He sleeps at…
HOME
When I was a child and we would return home from vacation, I would shut my eyes really tight and take a deep breath as we rounded the corner on our street, to reveal our house. Every time we left and came back I had this fear of our house burning down while we were…
On the Side of Him
There’s a phrase Brandon uses, “on the side of me” or “on the side of you”, which I never really heard until I started dating him. Many times he has said to me, while talking on the phone, “I wish I was on the side of you right now.” Of course I knew what he…
Goal-Less
Even though it may not look like it on paper, I accomplished quite a bit in 2017. Not everything that happened is considered positive (like a divorce becoming final) but I guess in some cases, it is all in the way you look at it, right? 😉 I did move house, find a new job…
Full
The calendar keeps surprising me. Another year is almost gone. Next week is Thanksgiving and then the hustle and bustle of the Christmas holidays begin. Before we can barely blink, my champagne glass will be full and I will once again resolve to do better in some way. Every year at this time, I feel…
Fresh Start
I hear the same birds cawing and chirping as I did before, since the house is literally less than a block away from the previous one. The one we/I lived in for 8 years, almost exactly. I moved out of it two weeks after the eighth anniversary. I moved for a few reasons, including some…
Christmas in Canada
As I saw this scene out of the tiny airplane window, Michael Buble’s version of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” came on over my headphones and filled my brain. It was like shuffle kismet. And this was just Toronto. I wasn’t even in Edmonton yet. And y’all, I was not sitting by the window….
Chocolate Covered Cherries
The left side of the huge room was lined with vinyl rocking chairs circa 1950 0r 1960-ish. By the corner window, that faced the garden, was a dusty bookshelf and a table full of framed family photographs (also very dusty). On the back wall hung a now antique, aqua-colored rotary phone with the long, curly cord….