A White-Haired Angel [Short Story]

Tom went to sit, as was his custom, by the booth next to the window. It was a cold day outside; despite the rays of sunlight burning their way into the little diner, he felt chilled and huddled deeper into his fleece-lined jacket. It was a while before the waitress came to take his order….

Motorcycle Drive to Waterdown, Ontario

On a chilly Sunday afternoon, my boyfriend and I headed out for a motorcycle ride in the general direction of Hamilton. The temps were around -13°, and wind speeds at around 28 km/hr (41 km/hr gusts). Made possible by our supply of heated clothing from Gears Canada, i.e. glove liner and vest, we still felt…

Nature as the ‘Other’

Where my skin ends And the “other” begins, Is a space to make choices. I move, I walk, and my body Burns energy, glowing energy, Moving under my skin. Sitting in a house, a car Everywhere, air-conditioned air Leaves me feeling – Hot, cold, tired, dry. Moving on my own two feet Feeling sun-soaked air…

Creativity on the Weekend

I didn’t write a blog post last weekend; I feel badly about that, but I can’t recall what the rationale was behind my deferral of blog authorship. I might have hoped to have time during the weeknights to write it. That thought was quickly proven wrong, since I was dog sitting an energetic border collie…

Leadership, Confusion – and Moses?

Although I would like to be a leader in my own life, I remain confused about many things. When I began to write this blog post, my mind floated over everything that happened at work and outside of the office this past week. At work, I manage (on a daily basis) everything from payroll, to…

Exhaustion in February

This weekend, I’ve taken twice daily naps – according to the research, the timing of the naps means more than the frequency of the naps. Below is an info graphic of how the length of naps can make you feel. I think we can all agree in Ontario that the weather becomes a huge burden…

Three Ideas for Building Better Relationships

I am sitting on my couch on this chilly February evening with a motorcycle helmet enclosing my skull – the smell of a new purchase lingers around my head. The smothered feeling is due to a general lack of oxygen in the areas near my face. When I am outdoors, it will be infinitely better…

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Brontë, Charlotte. (1847, 2009). Jane Eyre. Wilder Publications.  Like many other readers, I was young when I first read through Jane Eyre. I recall being, quite possibly, in tenth grade, and was utterly fascinated by the gothic appeal of the novel. A young, brave, and intelligent overcomes an unloving childhood and grows into her own person…

A Peaceful Time

The trees wear icy mantles; Snow builds up under my shoes; I walk with a rolling gait. I have stepped outside my door, The world of warmth, Lies at my back. Onwards I walk,  for miles; A thin layer of ice, Building on my jacket. I look up, and around; The sky a leaden gray;…

Nostalgic Recollections – Sega Genesis, Books, and Education

Moving into my new apartment over the past two weeks has been an opportunity for nostalgic recollections of my 90’s childhood and university education. The piles of ‘stuff’ which evoke these memories have less than $0 dollars in current day market value. They are more encumbrance than anything; they include an ancient Sega Genesis system…