Friendships are the ‘ebb and flow’ of daily life. Friendships also go through changes as people’s lives experience many adjustments along the way. Bending that licorice of life and going with the flow is needed to sustain beautiful friendships and families.
When I go to the opera with my mother, sometimes there is a PAUSE in the performance. This is not an intermission to leave your seat and get a drink or use the washroom. This is simply a pause in the performance. When the pause is announced, my mother looks at me with a wink in her eye and says, “Now we pause, so relax and enjoy this moment.” I giggle a bit. The Pause in the performance usually lasts about 5 minutes, and then the show continues.
I thoroughly enjoy the 5 minute pause, as it gives me a moment to just relax and observe.
Now, I have butterflies of excitement in my stomach. I love this time of year. So many things will happen in the following days which gets me giddy. Firstly, the nights start to get cooler. That’s my number one thrill as I’m not a summer person. I’m sure many people are rolling their eyes at that statement. I love cool weather and enjoy wearing a light scarf around my neck. So my season of autumn is upon us.
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.
In grade 6, my teacher Miss Chess used a green pen. She found red was too bold and offensive. She would do her corrections in a soft green ink. I liked that a lot. It was soothing for a person like me, who made a tremendous amount of spelling errors. It’s easier to look at a paper filled with green ink corrections than redly inked marks. After a great year of learning with Miss Chess, I decided green ink was the way to go when I played school with my friends. Now as a university instructor, I still correct in green ink and pencil.
I am embarrassed to say that at this time I haven’t exercised in weeks! Which answers the question, why do I feel like crap? I am close to a month behind in my journal writing. Oh, the thoughts I have wanted to put down on paper and didn’t have the time to. When I get around to filling in those days, I am certain to have forgotten what I initially wanted to say.
But one school is not enough. Team Frank Africa is building its second pre-school in Gottenburg, South Africa. Kimmy is determined to build many schools and in doing so, she hopes to also build happy, educated successful lives
And… What profession am I talking about? How do you get paid in LOVE? Is actual LOVE the currency? Am I talking about matchmaking? Am I talking about a form of Professional Love? Also… What type of love am I referring to? The love people have for each other, or for animals, or for inanimate objects? Tell me! Which profession pays in love?
Bluegirls come in every size. Some are wise and some otherwise. They got pretty blue eyes. For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange – Looks strange, looks strange — Genesis: Ripples
Some days, it’s hard to turn off the words. Some days, it’s hard to turn on the words. After the tragic events in Britain over the past several weeks, I lost my words. My hands covered my mouth for days. I couldn’t even mumble. The heartache. The suffering. The senseless pain. I was gaspingly muted.
Published April 5th, 2017, The Canadian Jewish News – Literary Supplement
“Can you believe he gave me a box of chocolate covered pretzels? I mean really, doesn’t he realize that I work out like a maniac to keep my body in great shape. I don’t eat sweets or salt, and I certainly don’t eat carbs! I mean really, is he that totally stupid or something?”
One hot summer’s day, I got off the camp bus and found Menou on my front porch lying on a few blankets and towels. Nestled around her body were 5 kittens. This was a thrill beyond thrills. She had babies while I was at day camp!
Years ago when I was driving home, a homeless person came up to my car at a stop light and asked me for some food or money.
Instead of giving her money, I gave her an oatmeal chocolate chip chewy bar. She gave me a huge smile!
A Love Poem: Hushhhhhnesssss
So the Doctor tells my Mother and I that my Father has about a year to live at best. Seriously, that’s a lot to process and accept in one sentence. Now what am I suppose to do?
During a very difficult family crisis many people said to me, “Bad things happen for a reason and something good will come out of it.” I agree. I have learned that the human spirit for caring and giving triumphs all sorrows.