My new favourite band, Shinedown, has this song about goodbyes being a good thing.  It could be a second chance.  I love that song.  I really do.  But is it true that goodbye can sometimes be a second chance?  What?  A second chance to make the same mistake?  Cause that is the truth.  Usually if…

Sometimes, a person looks around and think:  “what the hell am I doing here?”  or  “This isn’t at all like I planned!”  I say the same thing, but with a different tone, because if things turned out like I planned, it would be probably a disaster of cataclysmic portions.  That’s just the way I roll.…

A sense of humour is very important in most type of relationships, including matters of the heart. My husband always makes me laugh, but not for his joke telling abilities though. For his seven years longer on this planet, it is obvious that he wasn’t paying attention for the whole time. And that is why…

Just the other night, there was something happening in my village in the middle of the night (or the middle of the morning, depending on your point of view) and it involved sirens and lights.  Neighbours roused from their beds and heading to their front windows to see what was the matter and if their…

Sometimes it is the smallest things that stir up the most crap. It is the little, seemingly unimportant item that like a small slide on snow on the top of a mountain, creates an avalanche. And when you experience that tremor, you instantly know that there is way more depth to the thing than what…

I wish I had the words to express How sorry I really am I thought love could conqueor all But it wasn’t worth a damn. When you think you are losing me You turn on all the charm So I end up staying, Afterall, what is the harm? But now I’m tired of fighting And…

Just a line to say I’m living That I’m not among the dead Though I’m getting more forgetful And mixed up in the head. Sometimes I can’t remember When I’m standing by the stair If I must go up for something, Or I have just come down from there. Standing by the open fridge My…

With a weekly post to be made, it has been a good reminder that I should be practicing my typing. I am eternally grateful to the teacher I had in Grade 9 for typing. It used to seem like a real waste of time to do “ded, edd, dee, dcd, cdd….” you get the idea.…

There are few people in this world who truly know what their gift is. Everyone is blessed with some speciality; something that puts them apart from the rest of the human race. It can be obvious talents, like music, or racecar driving, or artistic ability. Or it can be subtle, such as an ability to…

I got up this morning And looked around I knew that I needed it But it was nowhere to be found. I know it isn’t too big And sometimes full of clutter But without its guidance I do nothing more than putter. I try to remember where did I have it last I know I had it…