So we wear the poppy, go to the cenotaph and maybe watch a movie to feel patriotic. Then what? My family has always honoured the men and women who stand in the November cold and watch with sad, quiet eyes as the pipes play and the jets fly over one more time. Each year there are … Continue reading Remembrance has to be more than a day.
poetry
This is what life does.
This is what life does: It grows in cracks and hangs on to roots. Finding a way long after the most logical mind would have quit. Life isn’t logical but it is crazy stubborn. This is what life does: It gathers the broken and damaged in it’s eddies then bumps and grinds them until … Continue reading This is what life does.
Not-Mother’s Day
To those who were not called. I salute you. Loving women giving life to everyone around them You hear the voices, and not only on Mother’s day “So…. When are you going to start having kids?” And, “it’s selfish not share yourself with a family.” Please forgive them. They don’t know that you have chosen … Continue reading Not-Mother’s Day
delusions of literacy 