Empty Nester B.S.

Empty Nester B.S.

A little annoyed, I went back to my seat to watch the second half of the show. I was internally disturbed. Even though, the show was entertaining, I kept on replaying her words in my head. “Empty Nester, empty nester, empty nester.” Those words felt like nausea to me. Then, I started to rationalize my thoughts and feelings. How is my nest empty?

Where has the romance gone?

Where has the romance gone?

On the weekends, he would drive to Montreal in his Golden Eagle Tra‎ns Am. When he didn’t come to Montreal, he would call me on the phone. If he couldn’t call me, he would write me a letter. Not just any ordinary letter, a love letter. I still have them. In one of his letters he wrote that he envisioned us “In a gold carriage being pulled by white horses into a sky destined for love”. I blushed from that line. It has stayed with me for over (gulp!) 35 years. That was romantic writing.

Year of LOVE

Year of LOVE

I’m officially driving my New Year’s plan and its taking a lovely effect. No big plans for dieting. No big plans to join a gym. No big plans to save more. No big plans to do what’s marketed. I know I can improve on the person I am and I will be doing just that in 2020. My main objective and goal of this year is to put more love into my life. LOVE! Yes! LOVE!

You Are Fabulous!

You Are Fabulous!

So… what are you fabulous at? There’s got to be at least one thing which you do, which pleases yourself so much that you know you’re fabulous. Could it be cooking, dancing, skiing, training, golfing, swimming, being the best parent ever, being a great friend, being a great sibling or being the best child ever? Ask yourself.

Let’s Get Writing in January 2020!

Let’s Get Writing in January 2020!

Come take CREATIVE NON-FICTION – CEJN 122 at Concordia University – Centre for Continuing Education
January 14 – March 17, Tuesdays 6-9 p.m. 10 sessions.
Let’s warm up to creativity and write our hearts out.

Not everything in print is black and white. Nuance, personal point of view and interpretation can all colour creative non-fiction, the form used in personal essays, reportages and the like. In this course, you’ll use close observation of real events to explore techniques of the genre like narrative structure, character development, scene-setting and dialogue. Most of all, you’ll focus on developing vision, your creativity and your personal voice, which are all essential to capturing your reader’s attention.

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https://www.concordia.ca/cce/courses/details.html?subject=CEJN&catalog_number=122

Mean What You Say

Mean What You Say

Suddenly, I heard the loud horn sound which announced the start of the relay race. I got so excited to receive the baton, but it was going to take quite a while until it got to me. It had to pass through around 100 hands. I waited with the Green team’s fastest girl. I didn’t talk to her even though she was my bunkmate. I knew I was going to beat her. I was thinking of all the things I was going to say to her when I ran passed her. I was reciting these lines in my head, “See ya later baby! Bye Bye Birdie! Catch ya later! Smell my wind! Eat my dust!”

Expect the Unexpected

Expect the Unexpected

All the time, I had the classic picture of Lake Louise in my mind. The perfect blue sky with matching water along a still mirrored lake, cloudless, with endless skies. This calendar picture was a perfect still. And…no other people were within the view. As we drove into the mountain range, dark clouds billowed with moisture and so began our battle with nature.
Note to self: Weather in mountainous areas changes every 5 minutes! During the fall, it can be warm and sunny, and within 5 minutes it can be snowing and blowing. We didn’t expect what was next!

The Need is Real

The Need is Real

Oh, it’s very real. It’s all around us. It’s everywhere you may look.  It’s on your street, in your community, and certainly in your city.  It’s quiet. It’s alone. It’s simple.  It’s need.  And… it needs you!  There is need everywhere. People who need. Animals who need. Families who need. Communities who need.  The list is long. It’s very long. Too long not to notice. Especially with the holidays and cold weather surrounding us, need seems to be more needing now.

It’s a Crazy Ride

It’s a Crazy Ride

Most of my time is fleeting. I don’t know why this is so. It’s noon and suddenly it’s 4 p.m. The passage of those 4 hours doesn’t add up. It’s Monday and then without much notice, it’s Friday. The seasons roll like that and the years too. I’m very aware of this quick passage of time. Although, when I was younger, I felt the passage of time was much slower. Sitting in a classroom watching the clock hands finally reach 3:15 p.m., was endless. However, the run out of school into the park with my friends was fleeting. All that time was magical, up until my Mother’s call-in for dinner.

Move, Movement & Motivation

Move, Movement & Motivation

It’s time to get your big boy boots on and face the music of this rodeo. When the darkness falls upon you, laugh at it and say, “Oh ya! I’m going to the gym or I’m going for a run or I’m going to do whatever I would normally do even though it’s in darkness. This is my rodeo and I’m going to ride this dark horse!”

Exhauuustionnnnn

Exhauuustionnnnn

Perhaps I’m feeling as autumn does the changing of my leaves. The beautiful crimson colours the trees and bushes change into. The newly crisp flowy air with less humidity. The lifting of summer’s glee with preparation for winter’s roar! I look forward to autumn and I do love when it’s here. But as the flowers, I too have become exhausted and require some rest.

Never Enough Time

Never Enough Time

My daughter insisted I watch the series, “Sharp Objects”. I watched it with her. We didn’t move for hours. We sat on the couch, watching this very disturbing series. It took us two days to finish the series and at the end we were worn out from… too much watching. Was I entertained? Yes. Would I do this again? No! What I enjoyed most was all the time I got to spend with my daughter.  I would have preferred to be walking, dining, and seeing a live show instead, but being with her anytime is priceless.

I’m Old(er)

I’m Old(er)

I used to run for fun. Always, for tirelessly very long lengths of time. Up and down hills and on all types of terrain. In rain, wind, sun, heat, snow, it didn’t matter. Now, I’m particular about the terrain, temperature, and distance. Why? Because my knees ache from the surface or the climate or the distance. Again, because I’m older and I’ve been running for over 30 years. My knees don’t like running, but my head and heart love it.

Little Hopes & Happies

Little Hopes & Happies

In the most unlikely place, at the base of my outdoor staircase along the paved driveway, was this beautiful flower. It was growing in a tiny spec of earth between wood and pavement. It found the will to grow and be.  Good Morning Sue!

A couple of days later on my morning walk, I quickly looked for the flower. The flower blossom was gone.  The little plant was still there, but the blossom had finished and another was on the rise.  My continued thought was I’m glad I captured the photo when I did.  In life, beauty does not last forever.