I awoke up at 3:00 am yesterday and was as excited as a kid in a candy store with empty pockets and no money! But I could not understand why I felt so down. I usually am up between 3:45 and 4:30 am – which may seem too early for most – but I go… Continue reading Yesterday
You would think that after eleven years, I would not be nervous about seeing the doctor, but I guess it’s just my mind fighting with my heart and leaving my body feeling like being pricked by ‘pins and needles.’ But that’s not until this afternoon at 2:00. Until then, I plan to go for a… Continue reading Needles and Pins
Growing up in the ‘50s and ‘60s was a difficult period for me, but not because I grew up in Canada – the land of the Beaver. I have always loved being Canadian, but not always in love with living here. There were many times, as a teenager, I wished that I lived in the… Continue reading A Beaver Tale
POETS (Piss On Everything Tomorrow’s Saturday). It was early Friday morning when her wet lick on my lips woke me. My dog Holly Golightly is almost deaf, and she’s slowing down. I didn’t feel much like getting up, but it’s either Holly or Mother Nature waking me at 4:00 am each morning, so I grumbled… Continue reading A POETS Kind of Day
Last month, I decided not to renew my website, when it expires at the end of June. So, I began to create a list of my 200+ published stories to share with you, in case there were any that you may not have read. However, I received a lot of emails and comments – asking… Continue reading The Last Word
Last weekend began like most other holiday weekends with one exception; the right side of my face appeared to be swollen. The swelling was on my lower jaw, where I had a tooth extracted two years ago. An oral surgeon extracted the tooth because the area of the extraction is where the radiation field was. … Continue reading About Face!
The first of the lemons-to-lemonade sagas is about comedian Dave Chappelle. He used to have a popular television show, but he quit it in 2006 and wandered in the standup wilderness for about fourteen years. Some of his critics rejoiced at his absence from the world of television comedy but not his fans. We patiently… Continue reading The Lemons-to-Lemonade Sagas
I don’t remember the first physical examination I had or who the doctor was – but I remember his finger. I mean, how could I forget the two things I remember about the experience, namely: Extreme embarrassment Extreme discomfort If you’re a male, over the age of forty, you know all about the ‘finger’ exam. … Continue reading Fingered
If you’re doing a search for the Oxford Street Grind, you won’t find it listed. But if you do a search for the Grouse Grind, in North Vancouver, you’ll understand the similarities to that famous street in White Rock, BC. However, I have yet to climb either of them, until now. I first visited Oxford… Continue reading The Oxford Street Grind
Connie MacLean and I had been friends for a couple of years before I learned one of her best-kept secrets. But I would never share her secret with anyone because I, too, had a similar secret. And when you’re forced to share your secret with another person – it is natural to want to know… Continue reading What’s In A Name?