I love Canada, and yet... we have so far to go.
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 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 …
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Follow the yellow brick road,
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Who cares what colour
after a marathon of steps,
too many to count.
Little fingers and toes, testing,
tasting everything in sight,
Oh traitorous heart of mine
why beat faster
at such a disaster?
How can I unsee
when it pierces my skin?
row upon row upon row,
houses line up shoulder to shoulder
like little soldiers ready for battle.
His smiling face brings joy.
Spit up, gurgles,
midnight feedings and diaper changes,
My husband jokingly issued me a challenge a little over 6 weeks ago: Could I give up my smart phone for lent?
behind closed eyes
colour, shape, storms.
Motherhood is the most difficult thing I've ever done. There is no possible way to fully prepare for the worry, fear, joy, pain and love that consumes the heart. No matter what you think it will be like, you will be wrong, and it's not a bad thing.
Side Note: I'm taking part in the Writing101 challenge, which means this is a break in what I usually post. Day 13's challenge relates to Day 4's Post: On day 4, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something. Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, …
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