Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Our words become us beautiful.
I went last night to a Writer’s Festival event where I got to see my creative writing teacher for the first time in 17 years. He was in town to read along with eight other writers from the UBC writing program – all of… Continue Reading “Our words become us beautiful.”
Owning something or loving someone.
I just read a devastating article on the rise in suicides and multiple murders in the US since the onset of the foreclosure crisis. Not that I hadn’t noticed an increase in stories of this nature over the last couple of months, but adjusting… Continue Reading “Owning something or loving someone.”
Communicate me and you.
First snow on the north shore mountains this morning and when my hand searched for the cel phone to text you my excitement I realized I had left it at home. Plugged into the charger where I left it last night. I am now… Continue Reading “Communicate me and you.”
Monday mornings.
I had an incredibly stupid time getting out of my house this morning, basically because I couldn’t find anything to wear that fit properly, which set me up for a bad mood day… though I think I’m finally almost out of my funk which… Continue Reading “Monday mornings.”
I know I'm not her mother but I am a human being.
Well. I’m just glad this one is done with and things stayed essentially the same. It doesn’t make me happy, but it doesn’t make me wretched either to know that most Canadians voted for the center or didn’t vote at all (80% if you… Continue Reading “I know I'm not her mother but I am a human being.”
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