It is sneaking up on 8:00, my dog is at my feet, my daughter is nestled up next to me reading her book, the fireplace is painting the room a wonderfully warm glow, and there’s the faintest of snowfalls decorating the world outside. That’s it....
The patellar tendon. The medial collateral ligament. The A2 pulley. Flexor tendons. All words and all parts of the body that I didn’t know until I needed to. Among so many others, these words coincide with the various injuries I’ve managed to sustain...
MondayTuesdayWeekdayWorkdayThursdayFridayNow it’s my dayA day when I will not go farI may not even start my car Say! Perhaps I’ll even play guitar! Yes. Days press on, yet time is few. Not much of it is ours to choose. Some days are strong And some go...
As per the usual Saturday morning tradition, I grabbed an extra 30 minutes or so of slumber, meandered my way down stairs, poured a cup of coffee, sat on the couch and opened my computer to begin my weekend ritual. I get the brain juices flowing with the the Wordle...
There are few bands and songs that can trigger childhood memories quite the same way that ABBA does. It’s not that they were playing on repeat or that I consider them to be the best band to walk this earth, but there are moments engrained in my memory of my...
Last March our youngest was introduced to the sport of curling, of which I knew (and kind of still know) nothing about. Friends of hers had been playing a couple of years already, and at the end of each seasons their club holds and open house where anyone new and...
