I woke up this morning from a devastating dream. I dream every night. Some dreams are so real, and so vivid, that I wonder if I should pen to paper all that I saw and churn out a series of books, or novels a la Twilight. Typically, I have to give my head a solid shake…
Tag: relationships
Under pressure
“Are you typing?” he asks from the road. “You won’t have a lot of time to finish if you’re not already. It’s a bit slippery out today, and you’ll need extra time to drive in.” “I’m not, and I don’t want to,” I pout into the phone, yanking the covers up the bed. Who the…
When Harry almost met Sally
It actually perplexes me when the question is asked: can men and women be friends? I dunno. Can you keep yourself in check enough to not slather yourself on someone? Do you have enough self restraint? (I’m laughing saying this; you can, too.) A few years back, I met the wrong guy. I did. There’s no two ways…
When the stars go blue
Not every blog is going to churn out as a manifesto. But sometimes, even when I’m running late, and my head is pounding, there’s something that’s begging to be written. And said. And told. We were at Walmart of all places the other day. I think it might have actually been our first time at…
The Importance of the Bathroom Box
When I moved to Kingston, I was 35, and I’d never lived anywhere else. Yeah, I’d had a previous address in a different part of the province when I was a kid. But I’d moved up to Kitchener when I was 12, and my formative years were spent in the tricities, calling them home, planting roots,…
Settling the Score, Part II (Rebel Soul)
Jan is not a unicorn. It’s that we’ve become so accustomed to the mundane, that anything which seers the mediocrity must be magic. I’ve been richly blessed by the love of my best friend. Wholly, fully, completely, without judgement or reservation. He cooks, and cleans, and works hard. He owns a home, and a truck,…
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