To ever be contained


Words poured out on paper

Like water upon the earth

Left there to seep in

Or dry up and dissipate in the winds

It matters not if they are read

The point was to let them breathe

To uncork the bottle of my soul

To shake loose the chains on my mind

Perhaps they will be a comfort

Or perhaps a challenge

Does it matter?

Does it?

Thoughts swirl like snowflakes on a wintry day

Some are cold with bitter edge

While others carry all the warmth of a summer’s day

Words can heal; bind; loosen; hurt; comfort

But in the end, they are but one option

Of feelings too jaded or too flighty

To ever be contained

The Liebster Award



AreMyFeetOffTheGround (Lee Dunn) nominated me for The Liebster Award. Lee is a talented author and I very much enjoy his writing.  Check out his offerings at

This is my first nomination and I am sincerely grateful. The Liebster Award is an opportunity for bloggers to recognize and support other bloggers for their achievements. It’s available between January 1 – December 31, 2018. All nominations are voluntary and geared towards blogs with 1000 readers or less.

As part of the process Lee posed several questions for me to answer. So here goes:

1 – What was your favourite scary story as a child?

My favourite “scary” story, if you can call it that, was Hansel and Gretel. I have never been a fan of scary stories or the whole horror genre, not even as a child. Hansel and Gretel is about as terrifying as it got.

2 – Who is your favourite book character of all time?

Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, has always been way up there on my list of favourite books and his portrayal of Bob Cratchit resonated with me. I just love the way he does not allow Scrooge to influence who he is as a person.

3 – When did you first begin writing?

I was seven years old and began with writing letters to my dad’s eldest sister and to my cousins. In my teens I wrote fairly awful poetry and got involved with the high school newspaper and yearbook.

4 – Who of your friends have you used as characters in the things you have written?

Because I tend to write non-fiction stories this question is somewhat not applicable. However, I have written a few children’s stories and my sister’s father-in-law was the inspiration for the wise farmer in one of them.

5 – Were you a ghost, where and who would you haunt?

If I were a ghost I would make my way to the White House and haunt the president (and hopefully scare the bejesus out of him).

6 – If you were given the opportunity to live in any era, what and where would it be?

This is a difficult question for me. As a female I really would not want to go back in time. Let’s face it, the world remains fairly patriarchal and women continue to struggle for the respect and decency more readily granted to men. So, I am going to leave it at that. I rather like who I am and where I am on the time/space continuum.

7 – What noises can you hear right now?

The humming of the refrigerator motor, the low buzz of my computer speakers, and the narrator on the television program my husband is watching.

8 – If you could make one blog related statement, what would it be?

Write what you know or can vividly imagine – don’t try to emulate other writers. Just be yourself.

Apparently one of the rules for this award is to write a 150 to 300-word post about your favorite blog. Explain why you like the blog and provide links.

So, here goes:

A blog I recently came across and was inspired by is “Embracing your new normal”. The post I read was entitled Instructions for a Tragedy, written on the eight-year anniversary of her son’s death. It documents the tragic experience of losing a child to suicide and its horrific aftermath. The writer is brutally honest and, in my opinion, extremely courageous. She minces no words and strikes right at the core of her heartbreak and pain. Her words will speak straight to the heart of others who have had the misfortune of joining this bereaved group of people. I have never lost a child to suicide, but a beloved uncle died in this manner many years ago and I still remember the wrenching pain and the overblown guilt that followed his demise.

Celenia Delsol is a hero in my book for allowing us a glimpse into her grief and the tragic circumstances that surround it. But more than that, she is a hero because of her grit and determination to carry on.

In a world that is often cruel, unforgiving, and down right mean at times, this blog is a testament to what the human spirit can endure and overcome. It is also inspirational and down to earth. I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to read this special piece of writing that expresses so well the journey from despair to survival. Thank you, Celenia Delsol, for expressing what many cannot.

If you wish to check out her blog follow this link:


It seems to me that this nomination is also a way to help my readers and fellow bloggers get to know me a little better. So, in accordance with the rules of the game here are eleven random facts about myself:

  • I am passionate about human rights and the environment
  • I absolutely adore my cat
  • I am a trained journalist and have written for local newspapers and magazines
  • I love people and have worked with the public most of my life
  • I am the mother of three adult children
  • I have never travelled outside Canada
  • For 38 years I have enjoyed the companionship and support of my loving husband
  • I abhor commercialism
  • My favorite places are beaches and nature trails through the woods
  • I dislike spiders
  • I enjoy hearing the life stories of new people I meet

The following is a list of rules and regulations for the people I have nominated:

*Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
*Display the award on your blog, by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or “gadget.” (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your computer, and then upload it to your blog post.)
*Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided by the person who nominated you. Provide eleven random facts about yourself.
*Nominate 5-11 bloggers that you feel deserve the award, and who have less than 1000 followers. (NOTE: you can always ask the blogger how many followers he or she has, as not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information).
*Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
*List these rules in your post (you can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published the blog, you have to:
*Inform the people/blogs that you have nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post, so that they may learn about it

* Write a 150 to 300-word post about your favorite blog. Explain why you like the blog and provide links.

Here are my 11 questions for you:

  1. What inspires you to write?
  2. Do you have any advice for novice bloggers?
  3. How long have you been blogging (and/or writing)?
  4. Who is your favorite author?
  5. How would you describe your blog?
  6. Do you have a mentor or somebody who strongly influences you?
  7. Do you ever experience writer’s block?
  8. What is your go-to solution for writer’s block?
  9. Where are you from?
  10. What are some of your passions, in addition to writing?
  11. Do you have other creative outlets in addition to blogging?








Sojourn into sadness

So, this past Friday was the day my family read their victim impact statements in court as proceedings continue until the day of sentencing. The day when the man who killed my brother will be lead off to serve time in a federal prison. That day is not far off now. Yet, it brings no peace. My brother will be no less dead. I think the worst thing about how he died is how totally preventable it was followed by the long drawn out process of the criminal justice system. I am struggling yet again with the fallout of one person’s decision to drive while impaired.

I have been talking with my sisters today about the difficulty of writing a victim impact statement and how no amount of words can ever truly express the devastation we all feel as a family and as individuals. I am confounded and deeply challenged trying to express it.

Chris’s daughter is soon to be a mama, but her child will never know her grandfather. This child is especially anticipated with joy and thanksgiving, for a part of Chris will live on. But there is a deep sense of sadness as well because Chris, who adored babies and small children, is not here to spoil his first grandchild. We will all do our best to step into the breach, but we are not Chris and never can be.

And so, I write this in the hope that it will strike home the message of “don’t drink and drive” for it has far reaching effects and endless sorrows for all involved.

Why write?

“Why do you write?” he asked me.  It’s an excellent question and one that doesn’t have a simple or a single answer. Sometimes I write because I have something of importance to impart – in my humble opinion. Sometimes I write to lessen the weight of thoughts that are weighing me down. Sometimes it’s because I simply have to communicate and writing is the best way for me to do so.  Sometimes I am driven. Sometimes I want to share the joy of life. At other times grief has me by the throat and I cannot express the pain in any other way – writing allows me to breathe again.  I don’t know. Writing is simply an extension of my self.  It is a way of sharing my thoughts and ideas; of celebrating the human spirit, or mourning a lack of compassion.  Writing is as natural to me as breathing so I guess the answer for me is why not ….

To write


Words flowing into words

Ideas tripping over themselves

Thoughts running through my mind

Like a derailed locomotive

Crashing like waves on the seashore

Releasing pent up emotion

Setting free the pain and the joy

It is a new day

A new chance

To explore

And breathe in

New air

Lost in Daydreaming

“You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we’re doing it.”  – Neil Gaiman –

I want to write something beautiful, something uplifting and inspiring, but my mind is somewhat like the catacombs of Paris (or at least as I imagine them to be) going off in a hundred different directions and settling nowhere –  running in a never ending circle of tunnels where my thoughts are squirreled and moth-eaten.

Daydreaming is a rather frequent occupation in my little world. Outside snow flurries drift willy-nilly like dandruff falling from the sky. Not the big fluffy flakes that will no doubt make an appearance as winter advances, but the dry tiny bits of white, as though Mother Nature hoards her moisture for other times.

Today I have read repots of the damages caused by the remnants of hurricanes in my native province of Newfoundland & Labrador; of horrific devastation in Haiti; of further damages in Florida. There are also lots of stories about Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton and the ongoing battle of words as the U.S.A. presidential election draws nearer.

However, natural disaster, politics, crime, and human foibles of various kinds fail to hold my attention and not because I do not care. I do. It is just that my thoughts are as scattered as ashes in the wind and it would be easier to nail jelly to the wall than to put together any comprehensible stream of thought.

I want to write something beautiful – I cannot. But I do wish the world peace and strength to overcome all disaster. Perhaps tomorrow, when the cottony substance covering my brain is lifted I will do better. Until then I will allow myself to be lost in daydreaming.