Eloise Simpleton can be summed up in one word–simple. As her surname alluded, Eloise was a simple woman by all definitions of the word simple. Whenever she had to paint, she always chose the colour white. She routinely ordered plain and simple coffee, much to the baristas’ chagrin–no bells, no whistles, please
Eloise believed that coffee was meant to be brewed and percolated, not frothed, steamed, or pushed through some fancy machine at high pressures.
She even convinced her husband, Josh, to choose simple names for their two kids, Jane and Billy. Not William, Billy. Josh was known as the…
Many of us have difficulty living in the present moment. We’re concerned with the memories of our past and the imagination of our future.
There is a tendency to hold onto our past, ruminate about it, and then ruminate some more. It’s as though we are forever searching for clues and answers in our history that can change future events. Yet, what is the point? The past has already happened. …
I looked at the plane ticket that peeked out from my coat pocket and realized that I would be back on the ground and on my way home soon.
Home. What did that even mean?
Was home the minimalistic apartment that I owned in the center of Manhattan? Was it the dorm room that I had shared with my college girlfriends four years ago? Home never had a meaning; it was merely a place where I laid my head, entertained and had the occasional date.
The house that I grew up in was closer to any definition I have of…
January first, the dawning of a New Year.
Collectively, sighs of relief were audible worldwide we welcomed in 2021, out with the old, and in with the new.
It’s customary that on the first day, of the first month, of a New Year, bloggers, writers and poets sit in front of their computers and tap out a string of platitudes, superficial encouragement, and positivity meant to move us forward. New Year traditions allow us to start another diet and commence exercise routines that promise tight asses and rock-hard abs. However, what usually happens–and trust me, I’m guilty of this myself–excitement…
We can all agree that Christmas, 2020, was different. For many, there weren’t a lot of presents under the tree, the Christmas spirit was thin, and Christmas cheer even thinner. Yet somehow this holiday season, was, special.
Looking back on this past year – this crazy year – has me sitting on the edge of my seat eagerly awaiting the approaching New Year.
New Year. No two words have ever held so much meaning.
With 2020 almost in our rear view mirror, I, like many, am eager to move forward and leave this year behind. A year punctuated by a…
The pandemic, a concept that was once as foreign to our modernized Western psyche, as air travel was in 1903, has become a part of our everyday life. The new normal, as some have coined it, is anything but normal. For close to a year, we have all existed under a veil of threat and harm. The pressure to constantly do the right thing is beginning to take its toll, as there is much debate over wearing a mask and the rights of citizens.
I believe it was Dr. Spock who said, in the the Star Trek movie, the Wrath…
We all have that moment.
You know that moment, don’t you? The moment where you wake up in the middle of the night–correction the wee hours of the morning–the room is dark, and the moonlight is peeking through the curtains. You’re comfortable and warm snuggled in your pajamas, underneath the blankets. Ah, am I refreshing your memory?
Here’s how that moment unfolds for me. I turn onto my side, only to realize, shit I have to pee. Yet, I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to further disturb my slumber, but my bladder is filling and…
I don’t know about you, but with all this pandemic craziness, I’m looking forward to the upcoming year, and I can only have faith that next year brings with it a sense of ‘ordinary.’
While 2020 was a year that our modern world was unfamiliar with navigating, there have been a few pockets of memorable; including the subtle, constant reminders that life’s little moments — the mundane, the pedestrian and the commonplace — are meant to be savoured.
Life in general has a tendency to move at warp speed, and learning to find a frequency at which you can groove…
A medley of melodies. A throbbing of rhythm. A pronunciation of beats.
Stories woven into lyrics, lyrics entangled in sound; encapsulated in feeling that transport consciousness to another dimension.
A tachycardia pulse of electrical energy, ebbing and flowing. Rising and falling.
A cadence of sound that swirls effortlessly as it washes over your being, as easily as a wave crashes onto a rocky shore. Superfluous sound that swims through your soul awakeing your senses.
Music, emotion with volume.
It's the lover who approaches from behind, hands entangled in your hair, nibbling at your neck. …