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Planting Season

I believe that people are very much like plants- thriving (or not) according to the nutrients they receive. Even the most hardy of us requires a constant supply of the 'good stuff'. (I lost my aunt last week and we're... Continue Reading →

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I’ve Got This

Sometimes in life we try to make sense of conflict by using the emotional tools at our disposal. Because every action is powered by a motive, I imagine that we could easily confuse our weapons and our wounds. How on... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Pipe

When driving, I keep my eyes on the road. I might occasionally steal a glance in my rearview mirror- and certainly NEVER stare behind me. That ought to be how we live- facing the future-otherwise you're bound to crash. Having... Continue Reading →

Seize the Day…All of it!

How easy it is to be swept through a day...to be buried under a tsunami of worries and chores. We each cope differently with this stress..some better than others. I've learned that if I don't harness my mind to gain... Continue Reading →

More Than a Feeling

Karin, on Real Toads would like to see  a love poem. I'm not big on writing lovey- mushy poems. (I'd sooner read what others have written).  So, rather than wax lyrical about bleeding hearts, stars and moons - I decided... Continue Reading →

The Bench

The prompt for this piece is to write about a place with deep meaning to us, a place that heals us. This was easy! My favourite park has a lake and a bench I've been talking to for years. I... Continue Reading →

Love Is a Game

I’ve likened the 'game' of Love to a game of Monopoly. I used to play it for hours with my brothers -in my younger years. Phrases like "GO TO JAIL: Go directly to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not... Continue Reading →

Thin Ice

There's something to be said for sustained hardship, persecution, maltreatment -call it what you will. It either makes you or breaks you. There doesn't appear to be a straight-forward formula between hardship and the human resolve. Some crack under pressure,... Continue Reading →

The New-Born

I consider myself a student of poetry and love to play around with as many forms as possible. However, every so often, a poem just flows from my pen...and I leave it there- sans punctuation - as I would while... Continue Reading →

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