The Truth About My House

From my brown chair in the corner of the living room I scan the floor, couch, and bench that sits across from the stairs, and wonder where the hell this mess came from. Didn’t I just clean up yesterday? I see a wayward sock stuck under a chair in the dining room cast off by…

November with Netflix

November is one of my favourite months. It’s fall and winter rolled into one. The weather starts to change from cool to cold and we bust out the sweaters and boots, hats and mitts, scarves and coats. The frost settles in, snow might sprinkle in and settle on the ground, and warm drinks are a…

My Lobster

Slam. The door shuts and I walk away. How easy it would be just to ignore him for the rest of the day. Month. Year. How quickly could I shut the door on my emotions, build a wall, close the window on how I feel. Easier said than done I suppose. But those aren’t things I…

Hiding from the Cheetah’s

Her hands cup my face as we rock back and forth in the brown chair that sits comfortably in the corner of the living room. We snuggle closely every afternoon talking about her day while I try to pry information from her with questions, songs, guesses, and rhymes. She likes to be a close as…

Better than Christmas

The streets were glowing with the light reflecting off of them as the rain drizzled down, threatening to end what had been deemed, in our house, the most exciting day of the year. She told me it was more exciting than Christmas. We’ll see when Christmas comes. I was woken that morning at 5:30 am with…

Why Not Me?

Starting at the blank screen in front of me I can feel the words that want to escape but will them back, there isn’t an appropriate time for them and I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. But the overwhelming sense of sadness and frustration that comes from finding out a friend is pregnant when…

Feel the Sad

The air was cool and refreshing, sweeping away any sadness I had accumulated over the past week. It had been my idea to go to the pumpkin patch to look at the animals and the veggies, go on a wagon ride and pick some apples. On the outside my face said I was happy. And…

Funny Face Cranberries

Every night, after dinner, I empty the same princess lunch pail, the same purple, green, and pink containers, and pack the same lunch for my daughter for school the next day. I try to pack something interesting for her but I also have to think of nutrition, children with allergies, packaging, and her likes and…

Hitting Send

I feverishly wrote, getting the words out of my head and onto the screen while the memories were still fresh. That’s the way I write, with inspiration that comes when I least expect it, quickly, and crawling out of my finger tips. I wanted my story told because I wanted others in the same situation…