Standing On Thin Ice

This piece of flash fiction was written for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challege: Pop Culture Mash-Up Edition I chose – by random number generator – #15 The Stand by Stephen King and #20 The Bible.  What, pray tell, do these two books have in common other than their epic size?  A significant amount of their…

It was a dark and stormy night …

Few opening lines are as infamous as Edward Bulwer-Lytton’s much maligned sentence.  Even if you’ve never heard of him nor his novel, you’ve read his parodied phrase.  It embodies bad writing. “It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent…

Solitude

I crave solitude. Which is quite the about-face for a confirmed card-carrying Extrovert.  In the final quarter of 2017, my world spiralled out of control, careening from side to side like a car spinning on ice, bouncing from one concrete life barrier to the next.  I had to stop and get off the rollercoaster to…

Scanxiety

I was back at the Cancer Centre last week for my six month post-treatment checkup with my oncologist.  Just over a year ago in April 2017, I had never set foot in the (old name) Oshawa Hospital, or what I have affectionately renamed as the Lakeridge Health Oshawa Spa.   The Ajax-Pickering Hospital was closer to…

Remembering Anthony Bourdain

I love him.  You either do or you don’t.  He’s not half and half.  He’s 35% whipping cream which rose to the top.  Sorry for the cliché, but we were discussing them in my writing class this week, so I had to let one creep in like a cat.  There are so many words to describe…

My Piñata Life

Creative Writing Exercise B) Imagine a character has just learned that he/she has just won the lottery. IMPORTANT: The goal is to describe not the character but the room (or general area) the character is inhabiting. DO NOT tell the reader that the character has just won the lottery. *     *     *     *     * It happened like The Big Bang.  First,…

All Dogs Deserve a Crown

It was a video of beagles freshly rescued from a laboratory which started my path to rescuing dogs.  While my heart clenched so hard that tears poured out of my eyes, it also swelled with happiness that there were people who would save them. Someone from the lab tipped off the rescue that the beagles…

The Moonlit Path to God

“… the form of the moon can only be known through one’s own eyes. How can it be known through others?” ~ Aldous Huxley – The Perennial Philosophy Why does no one seek God?  Have we completely lost the our ability to see?  And why doesn’t religion show the way?  Because “they” don’t see the…

My Obituary

My second creative writing course at the University of Toronto – Writing Through Reading – started three weeks ago.  I’ve been so busy getting well that I haven’t had the time or inclination to blog.   So sorry and thank you to those who reached out to see where my words were. Sharing my Week 1…

Mother’s Day

My Mother loved colours on the cooler side of the spectrum … mauves, light blues and mint greens.  I loved pinks and oranges, especially together. Mom dressed me in a beautiful pale yellow lace dress for my sister’s wedding, but there are no photos.  At two and a half, I was having none of camera…

Grateful Day

I am grateful that I woke up. I give thanks to God and ask for His forgiveness, guidance and grace. I am grateful that I slept well in my beautiful and cozy silver grey striped sheets and duvet. I am grateful that I heard my son come in late last night. He is safe and…

My Hero

Flash Fiction Challenge: Explore the Complications of Heroism from Chuck Wendig. “You are a hero!” my best friend whispered as she hugged me tightly. “Why?” I asked, “Because I didn’t die?” Still standing after a brutal year-long Round One in the ring with cancer and its insidious treatment, I need to squeeze my eyes shut…