i paint i write

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She is my daughter. She is not my granddaughter.

She is my daughter. She is not my granddaughter.

I am old enough to be my daughter’s grandmother. I will be fifty-six this fall. My daughter was born in 2002 when I was forty-three years old.

I know I could die my hair to avoid the comments. The hair on my head is brown with grey on the sides. I wear it long.

cry out to Jesus

my heart is broken

the world is falling on me

burdens

pain

cry out to Jesus

5 features that should make you suspicious about a mole and number 5 is the easiest one to miss.

The Dermatologist looked at my skin today as I stood facing the wall in the room at the end of the hallway. All I had on were my glasses and three earrings. Two in my right ear, and one in my left.  The back wall of the room had windows which spanned the width of […]

“Daddy, I shot a bear.”

“Daddy, I shot a bear.”

“Hot spit! Did you have a tag?”

“No.”

“I will fly down and help you with it.”

He flew from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, YXE, in his two seat, Green and White Citabria airplane, to Dawson Creek, British Columbia, YDQ, 973.90 air miles, to help me flesh and stretch my bear skin, the summer of 1982.

Your tears are being collected in a bottle

I walked into the classroom and cried. My friend held me while I sobbed. A friend to hold me and not ask why I was crying. Freedom to grieve and be comforted.
Cry.

Let the tears come.

I crave writing like I use to crave cheesecake with raspberry sauce

The dogs are asleep in the kennel. The house is quiet. I am tired, but I crave writing. I crave writing like I use to crave cheesecake with raspberry sauce. It is 10:55 at night and I should go to bed.  I hate the word should. When I lived in Calgary in 1978, and went to […]

Help! I am trapped in the kitchen with a puppy

Help me. Please.

I am trapped in the kitchen with a puppy. My life is over. For the rest of my life I will have to live in the kitchen with a puppy. The puppy will never grow up.

My father died with dog hair on his carpet

On March 17th 1998, my father died. When he died he left behind his ex-wife, my mother, who loved him. He left behind his two biological children, my brother, Neal,and myself, who loved him. He left behind three grandchildren, Kelsey, Taylor and Piper, who loved him. He left behind his second wife, and two-step children who loved him.

He also left behind two dogs who loved him.

How to potty train a puppy in 7 easy steps: OPERATION POTTY OUTSIDE

  Molly, a black lab, came to live with us on Friday, February 28th, 2014. She is eleven weeks old, cute and not house trained. Her name was Peggy when she came home. Then it was Penny, Maggie, Lucy, Margaret, back to Peggy. Penny again for a few hours, and now it is Molly. The […]

I slept in a dog kennel last night

Yes, I did. I slept in a dog kennel last night. The black metal fold up kind, by Petmate, with: “sturdy wire construction for safety, rust-resistant black coating for durability, and a leak-proof removable pan for easy cleaning.”

We put a pad and a rug in the bottom of the kennel on the leak-proof pan. (The rug and pad I pulled out my neighbors garbage last summer when she redid her carpets.)