Category: Handle with Care 365 2020
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Get Outta My Dreams … Get Into My Car

And drive. And while you’re driving, tune into Country 93.5. I am so, so excited to letchy’all know that we’re shaking things up a bit – a lot – at the station. I started my radio career with Rogers in 2014. I graduated Conestoga College in May, and I was behind the mic on Country…
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I’m not ignoring you

Or am I? Sometimes, I can’t tell the difference. I know you messaged me. I saw that you called. I forgot to return that text message, because it slipped through my memory and all that I wanted to was to write back and say that I’m sorry I couldn’t see it I couldn’t be it…
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wake me up before you go-go

He’s sleeping in his chair, after a long day. After a long day, dinner, and a new series on Netflix for us to binge. But he isn’t going to bed, because he’s waiting for his girlfriend to finish her blog, so that he can edit it before she publishes. Before bed, he carefully spoons out…
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What’s in a name?

Remember when Phoebe changed her name to Princess Consuela Banana Hammock? A bunch of years ago, I changed my name to ‘Care’. A friend shortened it. Sometimes my Mom called me it. But suddenly, I’d taken on something totally different. A totally different person. And I developed her into a thing. A brand. An identity.…
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What’s your dream? he asked

In Pretty Woman, a minor character shown in the background of Hollywood when Edward meets Vivian, yells: “What’s your dream?” Over and over. He’s shown in this scene, and in one of the final. “What’s your dream?” What’s yours? What will be your legacy? As Mama Gump explains to Forrest on her death bed, “We all…
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No trek, No Celiac, and No Rest for the Wicked

Why do they offer your lab results online? That seems daft. I actually was a medical office assistant for a few years, and I took classes on things like “immunoglobulin” and yet, I still can barely differentiate from positive and negative. But what I did read, was that I had a negative test result for…
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And I did. Back. Down.

You’ve got to be kidding me. For all the worries, and the concerns. The hustle. The training. The money that went into things I know I’ll only ever use once – like gaitors, and ice treads, and rear-facing red lights. To the hours I spent on treadmills, and bemoaning my physical shape. To getting an…
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All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go …

I’m standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say good bye. The Trek, the Crossing Trek, is coming up. Saturday morning at 7am. Tonight, the Army Surplus helped me cross off the last of the mandatory check list. And Jan helped me pile together the food I’ll need to make…
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You don’t ACTUALLY have to be the bigger person. Ever.

Head back against the wall. Close eyes. What to write about tonight? Shakira/JLo? Done. Parenting teens? Meh. That I can save for any night. How we’re all actually manipulative in conversations? Oh, gooder. Nope, too tired to expunge that sermon. I could write about the 65k trek. Or advocating for your kids to their teachers,…
