This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. Today, from the other end of the country, I cast my absentee ballot (by mail) for the Canadian federal election. I did not vote for the candidate or party that I think will win. I did not vote...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. forever's gonna start tonight Last night we sat on the deck. It was chilly and windy, but not cold. We lit a fire in the Mexican chiminea. Mom toasted marshmallows and we made s’mores with caramilk...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. Today was as bright and sweet and cool and crisp as the apples growing in the yard. The laundry hung on the line soaking it up all day. The sheets and pillowcases still saturated by the breeze, the...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. There was one. She craved change. The desire finally got so strong that she did something about it. And then he appeared. But he didn't derail her desire, he only increased it. So she asked him to...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. I turned 40 this year. I don’t feel I’ve aged much in the last 20 years, but I guess it’s happening. I love to travel. I love to see new things, feel new feels, smell new smells… you get the idea....
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog. What would happen if I were to write a new post on this blog a year and a half later? I'm not expecting much. Probably nothing. Or perhaps words will start to appear again. Shouldn't I just give myself permission...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog. I had decided that these meetings would not be referred to as "dates," but "meetings." And then things went so well with the second guy that I met that couldn't help but think of it as a date. But I'm stubborn, so...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog. With online dating, messages can only get you so far. And this is coming from someone who truly believes that her strength lies in written communications. I'm a bit of a blundering, babbling, buffoon in person. I...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog. I signed up for OkCupid on a Saturday night. Probably pretty typical. I had been thinking about it for a few days, and finally just decided, what the hell? What harm will it do? It took me an hour or so to upload...
This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have. One of my favourite things about OkCupid is the questions. They have an enormous database of questions (mostly yes or no, a few multiple choice) for you to answer about your preferences, and you...