Tag Archives: Village

What she left

What she left

I miss you when I’m making soup. Remembering the way you effortlessly threw together mediocre ingredients to make something out of nothing. Your hands methodically chopping the root vegetables, as the meat lay waiting in its styrofoam tray, beside the plastic bottle of Pepsi. I miss watching you, never needing a recipe for your sugar… Read more

Chapter number whatever

Chapter number whatever

I didn’t think this is how it would be, turning 30. I presumed I’d feel more accomplished, more professional, more in control. And yet here I am, and this is me- I’m not working full time. I don’t have health benefits. I’ve never rocked a power suit and maybe never will. I’m still evolving. My life… Read more

My steeple

My steeple

When we moved to this place we felt brand new. New to the neighbourhood, new to the challenge of renovations, new to our land, and new to the pace of country living. New to the slowness that it is. New to not having plans. We were the new kids- a confusing lot to our neighbours,… Read more

Ten

Ten

This week people will remind us it’s been ten years since you’ve left us. Ten years since tragedy placed its ugly scar on our hearts. They’ll remind us we’ve survived a decade without you. And the lump in our throats brings back the pain like it was only yesterday. Their recall on the timing since… Read more

Awoken

Awoken

It was not a dream. Her reality is his voice, his ruling, running through her mind at 5am on a Saturday morning, preventing her from her sleep. Looking toward her sleeping daughter beside her, the thoughts circulating through her mind are anything but cuddly. She is tired of this scenario. Tired it is still happening. Though she’s so tired, she cannot sleep.… Read more

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