The Aftershocks of Grief

Dad and I, wedding day. Image Courtesy of Boyfriend/Girlfriend Photography.

Nothing major happened recently, but sometimes it’s the small tremors, those aftershocks that echo long after events pass that build up into something overwhelming.


#poem Alarms signal the start of the day.

Monthly Musing – July 2017

July, I started getting up early to write in the mornings. I've been sacrificing my rest because, well, I couldn't sleep.


Awake before the summer sun thoughts pervade my mind

ode to my fourth toe

I cried out in pain That's when I knew


Singing sweetly of surrender, Love, whole, soft and tender.


Stagnant, stuck in an endless loop we dance in circles.

enough – poem

My heart aches...

then she speaks

On the lap papers shake...

Betrayal – Poem

The moment it happened, I felt your eyes on mine

Happy 150th Canada, and yet…

I love Canada, and yet... we have so far to go.

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Pesky – a poem

The constant buzz, sometimes louder as it flies by

15 Things I Learned in 2016

3. Life is short. 4. A picture is worth a thousand words but a single caption can skew perspective and incite passion. Things are taken out of context and made the current issue.

Dad – a poem

He used to shine my shoes. Image by Heather Button. Copyright ©

Dad He used to shine my shoes, said it was his military training, couldn’t abide the scuff marks. He used to offer mom broccoli, as a bouquet, every time they bought groceries. He would go for veggie burgers with a friend, though he wasn’t a vegetarian. He made sure we were all equal, treating everyone …