Life
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I have never read Wicked by Gregory Maguire, nor seen the musical, but some of the songs from the latter have been in my playlist for several years. When the movie adaptation was released in theaters, I really wanted to go see it, but for several reasons it just never happened. So, instead I grabbed…
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I celebrated my 39th birthday yesterday, which means my Forty Before Forty challenge feels all the more real now! I have a year to check off the remaining goals but for some reason it now feels down-to-the-wire. I’m not sure if I am making good progress or not. I think there are a couple that…
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Our family of four, along with a bunch of our extended family members, have been going on summer vacation together since 2019. Typically, we all go in together to rent a cabin somewhere. We’ve stayed in Tennessee, Georgia, and North Carolina. This time, though, we shifted gears and ventured away from the picturesque woods. When…
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Chapter 8: Prisoner Someone should take the paintbrush from that therapist because the picture she painted was a grotesque misrepresentation of what my hospital stay would actually look like. I knew something was off the moment my parents pulled up to a large red brick building that looked nothing like a hospital and more like…
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God is My Rock “The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” (Psalm 18:2) Chapter 6: Beginnings & Endings Timid. Shy. Socially awkward. Emotionally inept. Oh, and small. That’s me in a nutshell.…
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Chapter 4: Not So Merry Traditionally, my little family of four spent Christmas day with Grandma P and Uncle M. I was wary when I found out that they had both been sick on Christmas Eve. They insisted it was just something they ate, maybe the fish, and so my parents made the decision to…
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Chapter 2: The Wrong Trajectory It started out with forming an association with going to science class. Most of my classes took place upstairs, where the upper elementary and middle schoolers had homerooms. The gymnasium and science lab were downstairs on the main floor, which was where the rest of the elementary classrooms and administrative…
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I have participated in NaNoWrimo (National Novel Writing Month) several times in the past, but once I achieve the 50,000 word count and the challenge ends, the things I write usually never see the light of day again. They just sit in word documents, collecting digital dust. My hospital stay recently came up again during…
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A whole month has arrived, existed, and then bid us adieu since I last posted. February was a topsy-turvy month full of sickness, discouragement and isolation with welcome glimpses of hope and joy along the way. It wasn’t without love, comfort and encouragement but it was certainly shrouded in a bit of gloom. All that…
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I grew up in southern Ontario, where blustery, freezing weather was expected every winter. Walking to school with snow drifts as tall as me (granted, I’m not exactly tall), and slip-sliding around at recess because the ground was covered in a sheet of ice, wasn’t unheard of. Along with the unpleasantness of dirty sleet, chattering…