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On Memory
My memory is not what it once was. I have said this before. I remember the saying of it. There was a period of time, my 20s, when I remembered things. I remembered numbers, faces, peoples’ favourite songs, the shoes … Continue reading
In Between
Between twitter’s 140 characters and a blog post’s unlimited characters, there lies recording a thought for the sake of it, jotting down a paragraph even if you know you can’t afford time for a page. When I restarted the morning … Continue reading
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Exercise Destroys Local Woman’s Hair, Resolve, Dignity
Did I say Tuesday? Did I say Tuesday would be the day I would panic and dig through 17 bags of hair accessories, searching for the bandanas that would fix my hair in place? I meant Monday. I got it … Continue reading
Why I Am Not Napping at Naptime
In the beginning, it was about getting away. When it was one all-consuming, all-needing baby, sometimes all I wanted was to explode from the house without looking back. I didn’t need to go far. To the grocery store, to the … Continue reading
Humbled by So-Called “LITE” Workout, Local Woman Goes Back to Bed for a Month
As mentioned in my last post, I bought a month’s pass for the nearby community centre. This entitles me to a) unlimited pool trips and b) unlimited fitness classes. POWER YOGA, the brochure screams, STEP AND SCULPT. CORE PILATES. I … Continue reading