Monthly Archive: August 2014

Micro Expression

I have been doing an awful lot of skype lately, away from home. Last night I was chatting with a dear friend. She was under the weather and feeling alone and struggling with a single-parenting issue that I heartily could relate to. And then she said something about when she was a child – and …

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defiant

Calgary is defiant with money. A women clickity clacks down 17th Avenue wearing outrageous hot pink pumps she paid a lot for. I can tell by the heel. Another slips out of a cab in a bright neon yellow designer dress, knees together, short skirt. She doesn’t care that she’s sixty. She has great legs. …

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hanger-on-er

While heading out in the Kubota over the rolling hills of Big Valley with Uncle Ed, we notice the cows are out and into Auntie Connie’s garden. Nora jumps out of the box and I leap out of the passenger’s seat and we run a gentle arc around the side of the hill and herd …

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migratory patterns

I am headed off to clean my last apartment for a while. Maybe ever. Depending on how much the phone rings for other things this winter. I grab my bucket and bag of rags and I have refused to wash my tangled mess of hair because the smell of his skin is there. This makes …

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Granville Island jaunt

Vancouver’s generosity allows my daughter and me to bike all along the ocean to Granville island and back. We watch an inventive play called Patch by my writing droogie, Alyssa Kostello. I am proud to introduce my daughter to this young woman who just gets out there and gets the thing done: forming her own …

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flowering arugula

“I wonder if I will lose my audience now that I’m happy?” Was my thought as he came through the door with a bouquet of flowering arugula from his garden and wrapped me in his arms. I know how to cook with that. Loneliness has made up so much of who I am. Loneliness is …

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airport kindness

Stuck in the Houston airport trying to block out the “latest report” on recently released details about Robin William’s suicide. Vultures. Vultures. A man died. Have some god damn respect for the family. You don’t own him and you never did. A couple in their seventies wearing flip flops and cruise wear are whispering very …

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cold ocean warm ocean

Yesterday we danced a twelve hour day. It was me, Donna (the other Canadian) and a room full of super fit Zumba instructors. Donna is incredible. She’s not an athlete but she looks like one and she kept up just fine, albeit dog tired. I was – as one can imagine – the comic relief. …

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Dorothy in Miami

Dorothy has landed in Miami. For those of you not in the loop, see my story “Conveyor Belt”. Dorothy does not have a great trip on the plane: high turbulence and a long flight with a lay over in Houston. Can’t say as there was much sleep the night before…given the recent romance…this results in …

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salad days

My salad days are now. They aren’t just reserved for youth, as Shakespeare and the Brits would say. No. My salad days are later on than expected. Like an Italian feast. Just when I thought the main course was over (having found it tough and heavy) – what’s this? Fresh, optimistic, cherry tomatoes from the …

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