Dear younger self. Here you are on the day of your Christening, with all your grandparents. Nan Torraville is holding you. She will be gone before your second birthday, but you will feel her presence with you all your life. You are named Michelle, but you will be known as Shelly.
It seems that there is much discussion about the Hallmark channel Christmas movies. There are lists of the “best” and the “worst”, though honestly, I can’t really tell the difference.
With hundreds of channels and streaming services, there are more shows available than ever before. I think it is wonderful that technology gives us the ability to watch shows whenever we want, but it’s kind of sad that we miss the anticipation of waiting for a show, or an event.
Whether it’s dinner on Sundays when the whole family gets together, or something as simple as eating the red smarties last. Traditions help to connect us to our past and create memories for years to come. I was reminded of the importance of remembering special times when I wrote A Life in Review
Tammy Somerton was my first friend. The how is a little fuzzy for me because we were 3 years old when we met. I know that we moved to the house across the lane from hers. My dad was the principal at the school in Portugal Cove, and Tammy’s dad was the janitor. Continue reading “My First Friend”
Today I was going through some things that belonged to my mom. It was mostly pictures, but in the midst of it all I found a card and letter that I had given to her on Mother’s Day, 1988. I was pregnant with my first child. It is a coincidence that I found this letter on the day that he was due to be born?
When I read through the letter, I was crying, of course, but I also reconnected with who I was back then, and how much I loved (love) my mom. I share it here with you to honour and remember her. The picture at the top of the blog is from her last visit to Moncton in 2009. It was the year of her 70th birthday, and the year she passed away. Continue reading “Mother’s Day and Memories”
I cook because we have to eat, so I have been blessed that I married a man who loves to cook. He does most of the meals we eat, especially if we have company over.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.
Psalm 119: 105 KJV
This is not going to be a blog about religion, but it is going to reference Scripture because it is the place I first found my love of words, and how those words have helped me to continue my journey of healing and growth. Some people find that in art, or music, I heal with words. Continue reading “A light unto my Path”
I’ve been on hiatus from writing, and it has been a choice, and then again, it hasn’t. This last year and a half has kicked my ass. I have moved from what I did for work and who I was, to what I do and who I am now. There has been depression, anxiety, lethargy, weight gain, self loathing and feelings of unworthiness. I keep feeling that I should be feeling something, or doing something, but I don’t and I can’t. Not every day, but enough of them that the good days feel far apart, and much too short. Continue reading “Turning the Tables”
I have been attending St Paul’s United Church in Riverview, NB for almost a year now, and although I am new to the United Church, I have found a home there. As part of the process of becoming an Affirming Ministry, the committee hosted a lunch and learn/discussion led by Joselyn O’Connor and Janice Leblanc. Continue reading “Affirming Ministry”
I have been at a loss for words lately. I’ve had lots of ideas about what to write, but nothing spurred me on to sit and put the thoughts on paper. I couldn’t even come up with the opening line, of any of the stories that swirled around in my head. To be honest, they weren’t even stories, they were “snippets” of stories, in a sea of nothingness.
I had even stopped reading other people’s stories and blogs, because I was afraid that I would get an idea from them, and then somehow pass it off as my own. Even as I was comforted that many of them were telling my story, the fact that they put those thoughts into form and I couldn’t reinforced my “writer’s block”. Continue reading “It’s only words…”