[Note: the book is categorized as “Fictionalized Biography” but the following incident is from an interview I had with my uncle in 2007. His mother (my grandmother) had worked as a care aide at Royal Jubilee Hospital in Victoria where she contacted the disease] I never met my grandmother but I like this story! “….For…

Oh my gosh! I am low on those so-called ‘single use’ plastic grocery bags! My cute cloth bag made by Elaine W for storing grocery bags is almost empty. I use grocery bags to keep lettuce, etc fresh in the fridge; to contain garbage (if the bag is leak-proof) and for umpteen other household things.…

This was posted on Facebook this morning by someone who knows about love and has experienced grief. It was written by Tim Ofield. “I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the…

From a “Queenagers” Persepective Now that I’ve reached the Age of Consent no one asks my permission anymore. Actually, it’s freeing. I am a person. Not a female, nor a male. Just me. I don’t need the approval or consent of anyone. Except my kids. And they are mostly too busy or too far away…

MY ANGIOGRAM ADVENTURE Angiogram…?? Sounds like a message that once came by wire, Delivered by someone In formal attire. Important wording about something dire, From the Prime Minister or perhaps even higher? Maybe it was from the Queen, Commemorating me for being…. Alive? But a hospital gown was my realization, With doctors and nurses in…

A Poem a Day Project “It’s taken me years to begin searching, to realise that the days are not linear, that time does not simply move forward but spirals closer and closer to a shifting center…” (From “Do Not Say We Have Nothing” by Madeleine Thier”) Why does time so quickly pass When old we…

A Poem a Day Project Happiness is learning your Windows 7 Laptop which had morphed into a Windows 10, thereby developing new digital muscles that act agressively against anything Google, has been tamed; calmed to the point where I can get online without the knashing of teeth and pulling of hair….(mine)

A Poem a Day Project I wanted to watch The Debate But found myself rather late I missed all the frowns And nasty put-downs From leaders who were so irate

On this beautiful day I went on my way Up Highway twenty-seven, The Nechako Valley was soon behind me, Ahead, was what some might call “Heaven.” It’s not just the town, there’s communities ’round The Fort, as it’s known to be, Where the traders of yore met the Carriers before It became the H.B. Company.…

A Poem a Day Project (worst one so far) “I’ve got gas,” said Winnie The Pooh. The worst kind of gas, I don’t know what to do It’s not the kind of gas You would put in your car. You wouldn’t get far It’s not gasoline It’s not acetylen.” “There’s all kinds of gas,” said…