Exercise 7a: Why I Write… Write a paragraph inspired by famous authors’ essays on why they write. Answer this (simple but very complex) question: Why do you write? Why do I write? I’ve been learning the building blocks of language since early childhood. I learned words, letters and sentences. I don’t recall the exact moment…
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Look In The Mirror
She laughed as she read his comment, and handed the phone back to her dinner companion. “When he gets his own shit together, then he can call me a coward.” Derek* chuckled and agreed. “It’s amazing who cries the loudest. Those are the cowards who have the most to hide, don’t they?” “Really, they are!”…
Free Condoms
Daily Writing Prompt – 8 March 18 Write a conversation between two people about an inappropriate birthday gift. “Mom. Please stop.” My almost adult son facepalmed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “You have to stop taking condoms from the Cancer Centre.” “Why? They are free?” “For you cancer patients. You don’t have to outfit a…
Heart of Ash
Today is Valentine’s Day, and it is also Ash Wednesday which marks the beginning of Lent. Since my family didn’t follow Lent, I am uneducated in most biblical protocol and did not know that the observance of the forty days had begun. Last night, blissfully unaware that I was serving up a Fat Tuesday dinner,…
I made it to 2018
My biggest fear with cancer was to not live long enough to see another snowfall. But I made it to Winter 2018. And wiped snow off my car. Three times in one day! I wasn’t sure I would make it this far when I had this conversation with myself: Stage IV I died in 2017. …
It’s Been a Hell of a Ride
Say go through the darkest of days Heaven’s a heartbreak away Never let you go, never let me down Oh it’s been a hell of a ride Driving the edge of a knife Never let you go, never let me down … Let Me Love You – DJ Snake & Justin Bieber It’s been one Hell…
Happy Birthday, Mom
It is the unresolved complications that torture us the most. I wasn’t there when my Mom died. She was 92-years-old and living on the west end of Toronto, where she moved to be close to her sister and family after my Dad passed away November 7th, 1995. She knew no one except me on the…
Haves & Have Nots
“I might have cancer.” It was nine months ago on March 6th when my GP called me to say I had an appointment with a surgeon ASAP. They didn’t say the “C” word, but that was the huge thought bubble in everyone’s head. I poked mine with a pen and burst it, putting off…
December 1st
I am determined to cherish each day of one of my favourite months … December. While I don’t scrapbook much any longer, I want to use Ali Edward’s class to help me refocus on living each day as it comes. December Daily Last year at this time, I was frantically busy raising thousands and thousands…
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