I was born in Nova Scotia, a small peninsula Provence of Canada nearly surrounded by the ocean. My father was in the Canadian Military and my mother, Darlene, had dedicated herself to being the house wife–at least, I like to imagine my mother like that. Full of innocence toward motherhood, with… Read More »My mother discovers my artistic talents at an early age & My first words
My mother would put me in dresses–velveteen numbers with white lace at the neck and skirts hems. Pink with white polka dots, white leotards or pantyhose and little shiny shoes. I was forever staining them with grass and mud and being far too hyper–I often felt like I drove my… Read More »My grandmother carried a kitchen sink.
Hello 2phatgeeks readers! This week has been an up and down sort of week. Shawn’s father (Shawn is 1phatgeek of the 2phatgeeks writing nuts here at the blog) was re-admitted to the hospital on Monday with breathing issues. During the week his health grew progressively worse due to this and… Read More »Love Notes
Imagine a small, dark room. The room is half in shadow; the plain white walls look more grey than bright. There are no windows. There are no doors. There is no texture anywhere and no color. You are pale and white and your clothing too–but in this room, everything… Read More »I found a room with a thousand windows and doors (living with depression)
On October 19th, starting at 5PM EST/EDT, I will begin my first ever Blog-a-thon to raise funds to a) finish and acquire a tattoo of a humming bird on my right arm, to accompany my mother’s signature I have tattooed on my arm already and b) raise funds for my Step… Read More »October 19th: 24 hour blog-a-thon to raise money
Today, in honor and memory of my mother who passed last year on December 11th, 2010, I went to Against the Grain tattoo and had her signature written into my skin. I went in earlier on Monday for a consult and had the pleasure of meeting Bryant, who listened to… Read More »Something I will never lose
Roughly three years ago I trekked back to Canada in order to get my immigration and paperwork for marrying Shawn, settled. When I was there my mother brought out a little leather bound jewelry box that had seen the years. When she opened it, two delicate bands were within–one a… Read More »A link in a memory chain
I have become stretched thin. It did not happen quickly. This was a slow thing. Life and growing old are things which–like children giggling behind oak trees in full summer–play hide n’ seek with your heart. In one moment, you see the slip of a shadow behind the trunk of… Read More »Here’s to words, and you still reading them.
I have a clock work heart. In the morning when I wake up, all the gears tick, spin and whirr. They turn without protest as I swing my feet out of bed and go about my morning routine. Slow and steady, spokes touch spokes, turning the great machine that is my body… Read More »Clockwork heart