An isolated chair in great condition sat in the alley near the homeless shelter. I wonder if any homeless people rest a spell there. Christine, the shelter’s administrator, approved of my sister’s idea to raise awareness of poverty in Windsor. My sister is a successful writer. It’ll be an every Monday blog feature titled: Their Shoes.… Continue reading Consolation
Our family of six kids was raised in an era when children weren’t coddled. We were aware of our parents’ expectations. If you knew what was good for you, you did it. Without complaining. I remember showing my parents a challenging test marked 98%. Dad looked at it and said, “What about the other 2%?”… Continue reading Eulogy for Dad
Mom, two of my sisters and I were ushered from Dad’s bedside into the ICU quiet room. On the wall was a large painting of whimsical poppies on thin stems. Strong stems to support big flowers of crepe paper texture. Delicate yet strong. I’ve always loved poppies since watching The Wizard of Oz as a… Continue reading Peaceful Poppies for Dad
Thanksgiving dinner is canceled this year. One year, a co-worker from Pakistan dined with us. Another time, a couple from China shared our meal. This year’s different. Our family’s cleaning up after a flood. No time to clean, shop, cook and entertain for the holiday. It is what it is. We’re thankful anyways. Afterwards, we’ll eat pumpkin pie and drink wine. Cheers!… Continue reading Counting Blessings
They looked innocent enough. My hubby and I thought they were bees, flying into a tiny crack in the brick foundation of our home. And, tree hugger environmentalists would be up in arms if we started killing bees. I might get chained to a tree or something. When the number of insects started increasing, we… Continue reading Live and Let Die?
“The man’s lips and fingertips were blue and he was unresponsive. He was slumped in the backseat of a car where he and two buddies were smoking Fentanyl. His friend ran into the AIDS Committee’s office. A person working there had just what was needed: Narcan. He injected the lifeless man with Narcan. After three… Continue reading Every Life Counts!
Since my senior friend moved to my city of Windsor, Ontario, we’ve experienced not only a tornado but a flood. She reassured me she did pack an umbrella before moving here. When the tornado descended on Windsor, I was mowing the lawn. The wind picked up suddenly, empty flower pots were tossed about and rain… Continue reading Floating in the Flood