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You pull your empathy from the drawer, And tug it over your head like an ill fitting sweater. A sweater you knit for just such an occasion. But the wool is itchy and distressing. You move perversely. I loathe your sweater. And in turn I loathe you. You make a mockery of my heart.…
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Things I will not do this summer: I will not attempt to live off my land. I will not purchase plants that I will then neglect. I will not entertain people in my backyard. I despise gardening. I do not like weeding, watering or pruning. I do not like watching a tomato slowly ripen to…
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I admit it. I’ve wanted your Slick angled haircut Flawless skin Horned rimmed glasses And wrap around pants. I’ve wanted your Perky breasts Sculpted triceps Tattooed back And perfectly pierced nose. I’ve wanted your Beat-up station wagon Mid-century house Eccentric husband And carefree life. I’ve wanted your Kindness Grace Fierceness And tenacity. I’ve wanted your…
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Two months ago my eye doctor cheerfully told me that I had graduated to bifocals. Last week, my doctor confirmed that I was in the midst of the madness known as menopause. And this morning I hung out with an orthopedist in the hopes of getting my arthritic feet some relief. Oh joy! This barrage…
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Words. They torment me. Anguish Torture Pain There are so many words. There is no right word. Precise Exact True They stare back at me. I am at their mercy. I think. Analyze Study Examine They are distorted. I lose meaning. They punish. Me Myself I I walk away. They quietly follow. They change. Shift…
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I am a mentor to a group of young girls at Rebound, a local youth centre. We meet every two weeks for two hours. We eat, craft, talk, dance and laugh together. Our time is loosely structured. Sometimes the conversations are heavy but most of the time they are light and fluffy. After the first…
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I have been walking this path for a long time. It leads me through valleys and mountains, rivers and deserts, forests and fields but what I long for is a light to guide my way. Without a light I do not see the dangers lurking along the edges of the path and I am uncertain…
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“People like to think of you as a certain person, or a certain type of person, and they do love to give you a label. We like luggage labels, and we like people labels.” – Clare Balding I love my bright pink leather luggage label. I can immediately spot it among the dozens of little…
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I wrote this pre-blog about two years ago. Ah the memories. As consciousness slowly flickers I hear the distant garbled sounds of something glugging. I lie in my bed listening to the familiar yet-to-be identified sound. The glugging intensifies and just before I hear the splat I realize it not a glugging something but a…
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I am adopted. My parents divorced when I was 10 years old. I have an older brother that I don’t ever see or talk to. I have weird big toes that don’t bend so I can’t wear high heels. This is part of my story but not my whole story. A boy was mean to…
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Alison McKinnon
Writer of words.
Sometimes afraid.
Mostly okay.
sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows 