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“This book looks simple but it will kick your butt.”

—Steven Pressfield // Best-selling Author, The War of Art

Just because you haven’t done it yet doesn’t mean you won’t

You haven’t done it yet. Nope. You have not. Yesterday you didn’t do it. You didn’t walk. You didn’t floss your teeth. You didn’t learn how to play the flute. You didn’t write your mother a letter. You didn’t run a marathon. You didn’t learn how to use Adobe InDesign. You didn’t learn how to spell beautaful. [...]

Smile. You are Beautiful.

It was one of those days.

Have you ever had one?

Have you ever had a day when you don’t want to smile? A day when you feel ugly.

Reba McEntire helped me clean under my fridge


Reba McEntire helped me clean under my fridge. Yes, she did. She really did. And she helped me wash the floors under my washing machine too. Reba sang to me, “Who I am is who I want to be. I am a survivor.” Well, she didn’t sing  just  to me. She sang to everyone who watches the reruns [...]

When I die please don’t sell my portable toilet on the front lawn for $3.00

There are two portable toilets  for sale on Moyer Road in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania. They sit in someones front yard, with a hand painted sign. $3 EACH Why they are selling them? Did the person die? Did they just get indoor plumbing? I know that when I am dead I won’t know if you sold my portable [...]

Be careful when your tape measure weighs the same as your wallet

I just had a few minutes to drive to the store to buy kitty litter  and toilet paper. My purse was hanging on the hook right by the front door. My keys were hanging on the same hook, so I didn’t have to waste time looking for my keys. I didn’t even brush my hair [...]

My puppy is smarter than I am and I don’t want to admit it.


Penny, my daughters dog, was born on December 14th, 2013. She is six months and eleven days old. I am fifty-five years, eight months, and seven days old.

Penny, the puppy, is smarter than I am.

I hate to admit it. But it’s true. The puppy is really smarter than I am. Me, the adult person. Me the human with opposable thumbs is not as smart as a dog.

Looking for memories at my old high school and finding one of them in the bathroom

My mom and I drove down Avenue W in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to Mount Royal Collegiate. We parked on Avenue W and walked to the front of the school. My brother and I use to walk the 1.65 miles to school, from our home on Avenue K.  When the days were the shortest, we left our [...]

The hardest good-bye is saying good-bye to my mom

My plane leaves Canada in four hours and fifty minutes.

I will have to say good-bye to Canadian flags, to the town I grew up in and to my mom.

The hardest good-bye is saying good-bye to my mom.

The grocery store will never run out of cucumbers, and other things I take for granted.

  The grocery store will never run out of cucumbers. Whenever I go to the grocery store, there will always be cucumbers. I had a list and I was going to execute my list. Milk, eggs, cucumbers, lettuce and fish heads. Cucumbers were on my list. I walked in the door of the store expecting [...]

Elijah was buried on May 19th, his third birthday

Dustin and Elisse Kipe had three children. All three were their children. They didn’t distinguish between the children that Elisse carried in her tummy and the child that grew in another mommy’s tummy.

Elijah was their son.

On earth he didn’t talk or walk. He couldn’t sit up unaided. He smiled and laughed. He was loved. His mommy loved him. His daddy loved him. His sisters loved him. His grandma and grandpa loved him. His aunts and uncles loved him. Friends loved him, and I loved him.