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Suicide, Pro Sports and Me

Until this past weekend I’d counted 393. Now there are 394. Since the early 1950’s these are professional athletes who have committed suicide. Lives gone, families and communities disrupted, tragedy at a depth few of us know or understand. But in looking at that number, it seems all wrong to me, far too many on […]

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It’s Remembrance Day. Keep your snotty nosed kids at home.

Don’t get all mad and self-righteous with me unless you’ve read to the end. Then you can be judgy-judgy if you so desire. I attended my first Remembrance Day Service at the Southern Alberta Jubilee Auditorium today with my sea cadet son – mandatory attendance as part of his commitment. I felt honoured to be […]

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I was told to confess. So I did.

I’m part of this *%&!($%&? writing challenge and write now I’m not so fond of Jeff Goins, the guy leading said challenge. Actually that’s not exactly true but I don’t like how uncomfortable I am with what/how he’s walking us through it. He says that’s a good thing. I know he’s write but it doesn’t mean I […]

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Footloose at 50 | and so it is

I dreaded it. For months. Now it’s here. I’m … g-a-g-sputter-choke … wait for it … f-f-fifty. It snuck up on me before I was even ready, dirty rotter! Trying to find some way to accept my fate, my cheesy-ness resorted to coining a unique phrase for my new ‘situation’. These tumbled through my head […]

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What If?

What If for a moment we set reason aside? What If for a brief second our wildest dreams were given permission to surface? In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye… What If … that favourite 3 year old’s phrase. You know what I’m talking about. That annoying, repetitive, unstoppable, groan-inducing question that has the ability to be […]

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Lessons From a Trip To (or at?) the Roller Rink

Rollerskating. When’s the last time you went? Yah, me too! Years and years and years. And some more years. We went a couple of weeks ago and by the end of the evening my face was so sore from smiling and laughing. It’s a great opportunity to laugh at yourself if you’re into that sort […]

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On Love, Forgiveness and Other Crappy Lessons My Dad Taught Me

My dad recently turned 72. I still think he’s in his 40’s but I’m apparently deluded! He’s a sassy, sarcastic beast, well loved by his family and friends. His laughter and deep voice can be heard for miles – I’m sure of it! Many moments and memories flash through my mind as I try to […]

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He Made it to 12! (and so did I)

Almost a year ago I wrote about my boy wanting to die and “lay in a grave so I can have some peace”. I’ve been asked many times over how he’s doing and where things are at for him these days. Well, today is his 12th Birthday and we’re still here! Right before Christmas we were […]

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Gonna Let My Little Light Shine. Finally.

I’ve dealt with insecurity my entire life. In Grade 8 I began the year as the shortest in the class and ended as the tallest. My feet were huge and I had zits. Lots of them. I got teased about it and for being a ‘goodie 2 shoes’. I had no interest in drinking or […]

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So I’m a Misfit – Now What?

Since I can remember I have donned the attitude that it’s okay to be different. Well, okay, not in Grade 7 when I was called maggot lips. Those cold sores of mine made me a little TOO different! By the time I hit high school I didn’t care that some of my comrades deemed me […]

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    "Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do." ~ Jack Kerouac