My graffiti with punctuation.

This guy does it well:  Fr. Casey Cole Yes.  Yes I did notice how cute he is but we aren’t going there.  He’s a priest!  And, not old enough to recognize the Benny Hill theme!  LOL! Lisa Dawn   Quote attributed to Fr. Casey Cole.

What is a born-again Christian?

What is a born-again Christian? All of us have a completely different mental image pop into our head with those words.  For some, it will be a pleasant experience; for others, it will mock their very existence. To someone who has seen the light, that rush of warmth and love and peace rolls back in. …

Turn off the television!

Someone asked me what little tweak made the biggest difference in my life.  It’s hard to choose just one, as my yellow brick road follows a path similar to an elaborate connect the dots puzzle. Rather than pick one habit, let me take you on a journey of how I adapted to pull myself out…

Lest We Forget

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,     That mark our place; and in the sky     The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,     Loved and were loved, and now we lie,         In…

Only the Good

“I’m angry,” he said. “I know.”  I put my hands over his clenched fists. “How did you do it?” I shrugged.  I don’t really know. “Positive thinking?” I ask.   The whole Universe rushes forward to shush me. He growled.  In only the way he can. And that is the last time we talked. See you…

Quarter Back

Sorry folks!  I have been so busy with work and my UofT class that I have not had a chance to write for you and me! Back soon! The Fox circa 2020BC

Groundhog Day

February 6th is my own weird version of Groundhog Day, except that it doesn’t necessarily repeat the same cycles… It just throws major events in my way. I fear the day, because it often represents the start of a monumental change. I was christened on February 6th, 1966.  The church later burned down, which really…

Becoming Fearless

Yesterday, I blogged about choosing my word for 2019:  FEARLESS Today I want to craft my brand in a mission statement to myself. To live fearlessly … always choosing the path to enlightenment and betterment, even if it appears dark & lonely.  For I don’t walk alone* *Note that the mission statement is subject to…

If you died today … what would be your biggest regret?

Facing death is something I have to do at least every six months with my scans.  The grim reaper has come calling once, but it wasn’t my time.  I came back with a new appreciation for the moments we have and with whom we share them with.  If you aren’t in my life, there is…

poetry ~ one in two canadians

I submitted this poem to CBC’s 2018 poetry competition, but it wasn’t selected.  Instead I’d like to share it here with you … one in two canadians my breast whispered i am one in eight i can’t do this i reply back to lay awake poking at the lump staring at my white popcorn ceiling…

Lest We Forget

If I think of a month filled with the grim reaper … it’s November. Gone are the brilliant autumn colours.  Long gone are the vibrant heat waves of summer.  November is grey and barren and lifeless.  Not even a sprinkling of snow covers the bleakness of the month.  It’s too early to decorate for the…