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Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
I've never had the nose to pick the separate aromas in a bouquet of wineit is a talent few possess rarely have I been able to sniff cologne which doesnβt then make me break out with sneezing and runny eyes I do enjoy being able to smell. What I remember is in no particular order, importance orcategory: cut... Continue Reading →
A year ago I drew this labyrinth in the sand on my favourite beach. DraggingΒ my fingersΒ in the barely-warm April sand felt wonderful after having spent three days in a nursing home. My mother was struggling so overwhelmingly. The only thing I really knew how to do was play the piano for her and sing the... Continue Reading →
One of the most powerful moments of my mother's committal serviceΒ was seeing my brotherΒ and sister-in-lawΒ placing her ashes into the ground. They knelt down on the grass beside the small hole. Gently herΒ arm went all the way to the bottom of the soil floor, over a metre down, like a final caress. Families who are not... Continue Reading →
August 30, 2013 My BFF from childhood, her mother died yesterday. The house where I grew up on a quiet suburb of Winnipeg was surrounded by Borodys. Literally. On the south side was by best friend Carol-Ann and her mum, dad, brothers and dog, Binks. On the north side of our house was her grandparents,... Continue Reading →
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