1. the reflection of a campfire on the rippling waves 2. the “almost too hot” feeling when I climb into a bath 3. when 2 year old Maddie says “you remember?” 4. the feeling I get when something I wrote appears in a publication 5. the taste of a wild blueberry plucked...

I haven't written about the tsunami yet, 'cause I just don't know what to say. Or think. It's beyond comprehension. I remember how my gut felt like it was being wrenched from my body when I saw the images of the mothers wailing over the bodies of their dead children....

Why it’s hard being a mom: 1. Privacy. Just for a change, I’d like to be able to pee without having someone walk in. 2. Time. Some times it feels like I own none of my own time any more. It’s all been usurped by some member of my family or another. Oh how I long for a...

It looks like we'll be getting our bathroom re-done. Yay! When we got the first estimate back for $6600, I thought there was no way we could afford to do it. But the second contractor is WAY cheaper (not to mention the fact that he responded alot more quickly!), and...

I found some of the files I thought had vapourized when our computer crashed! Yay! I haven't retrieved everything, but this is better than nothing. In honour of this great event, I'll post this poem that I found among my writings... Drift She is bubble fragile and...

It's funny how much pleasure I can derive from a good pair of long underwear. I LOVE my new long johns. They are so cozy and soft and warm and they help me maintain my sanity when I'm standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus to take me to work in this disgustingly...

I LOVE this story about a secret language created by women for women to help them survive and thrive in a male-dominated society. It just seems like such a unique way to cope with the oppression and gain a little power. I'm sure it drove the men CRAZY that their wives...

"We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us.... "I remember two cases of would-be suicide, which bore a striking similarity to each...

Here's the Viktor Frankl quote: "To draw an analogy: a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. This suffering...

Ah, the smell of Old Spice. I kept an old bottle of Dad's. I couldn't bear to throw out something that smelled like him. I dug it out of a box just now, and now I have the smell of it on my hands. I didn't mean to - just came across it while I was looking for...