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The little Blue Cabin
We used to play here when Grandpa was alive, and his arms would walk us across the beach. His smile would swim with us under the water. We used to dream here when the sun went down and shadow became...
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Don’t forget to pack Toilet Paper!
Today March 21st is the second day of Spring – rejoice, rejoice! This is the view from my front door……….. March in Edmonton Today is the day I ask myself – what the hell am I doing here! Oh Edmonton,...
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To Football or Not To Football
So my 13-year-old son decided he wanted to play football this year. To give up soccer (which he is really good at), don the gear, lace up the cleats, throw on the helmet, and enter the world of big,...
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White, Grey, Black
Snow White Eat the apple The twix, kit kat, nibs popcorn with extra butter While you die on a bed of roses Something will fill you Maybe a glass of wine? you beautiful grey casualty Are you...
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Single Parent?
Will I ever stop identifying with myself as a single mother? This is a question I ask myself often. I’ve been in a loving and committed relationship for almost 4 years now. I know this man is my life...
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Um. Yah. Sorry. He Doesn’t Touch Cat Feces.
This morning at 7:58 my teen son informed me, “You know, you really should be happy at how much time I spend with you. My friends don’t spend this much time with their parents. I mean, we have coffee...
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Letting go of my Son
“You look gorgeous,” I told him. “Thanks mom, like, for everything…ok” he said. He turned and walked away, cap on slightly askew, his spiffy new shoes showing beneath his gown. And I stood with my...
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Honouring a Boy
A beautiful young man passed away far too young. Today is 4 years since he left us. This poem is for him and his mother and for all of us who miss him so. For Wade ———————————————- This is how I’ll...
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Teddy
I’ve been thinking about age and life and death and growing up. There’s a pin I stuck to my car visor last year. It says, “What would an adult do?” There are those days when I wish I could be 27 again....
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