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Love and Friends 0

Love and Friends

I am a pretty good judge of character and have had many really good friends over the years. My best friend and I lost touch for over a decade and when we reconnected, we...

My History with Men 0

My History with Men

I have joked for a long time that all the good guys are either married already or they are gay. I’d say dating at almost 60 was hard but really I have never had...

Wherever you go, there you are. 0

Wherever you go, there you are.

As I sit here thinking about job hunting and what I want to be when I grow up, never mind that I turn 60 this year, I have come to several conclusions- none that...

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The Price of Picking Produce

I started a new temporary job for the summer picking produce for a local farm. It may be the hardest physical labour I have ever done! Day One: I arrive early for the 6am...

Challenges of Job Hunting at almost 60 0

Challenges of Job Hunting at almost 60

Searching for employment is hard. I look almost every day at my local job listings and often see jobs I would be interested in. The ones I could see myself doing and enjoying usually...

Commitment Issues 0

Commitment Issues

I want to talk about commitment issues which I know I have, and this blog thing is one more layer of proof. I have not managed to write more than once every couple weeks....

Mirrors and affirmations 0

Mirrors and affirmations

I recently had a visit with my counsellor during which the subject of how we talk to ourselves came up. We agreed that speaking to yourself the way you speak to your beloved dog...

The Hairdresser 0

The Hairdresser

We painted the citywith bicycle tracks,we crossed the Granville Street Bridge,and explored Stanley Park.We were best friends then,and lovers too. We hadplans for our futuretogether. But we foughtover ridiculous things:I made more money.You wouldn’t...

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Parker

He stood at the door whimperingtail drooping, sadblood on his faceand shoulder.The bright red was startlingagainst his white fur.I checked his shoulderhis paws, and his face,finally discovering,jagged and bleeding,his tongue.Having lived all his lifeon...

The Shirt 0

The Shirt

On my way home from grocery shopping I was thinking In the quiet of my car. Had I bought cereal and milk to go with it? Robert was coming tonight. I needed to hide...