The Penis Chronicles presents “Taking a trip.” Travel with children is something of its own adventure isn’t it? I remember that first time I travelled as a mom. I travelled alone with a baby that was only a few months old, and it was the kind of travel that involved an airplane. He travelled like… Continue reading Taking a trip
The sky is as dark as my number 12 black pencil crayon. I stare out the front windshield at the frosty light posts as they race by the window and I am mesmerized by the sparkly decorations shaped like candle sticks on a plate. They hang gracefully from the light post coated with the pale… Continue reading Zellers
It was late and the darkness in my apartment was heavy but not quiet. There was always some kind of noise in the hallway, sometimes it was like living in a hotel with those all hours voices and traffic in the halls. That was why when I first heard the noise I wasn’t sure if… Continue reading Obsessive Attention
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Pee!” “Do I get to bring it home,” he asks. His eyes go big and I can see the wheels turning in his little brain. “No we don’t being the pee home,” I answer as I try to keep the exasperation out of my voice. My youngest has always been mischievous… Continue reading Pee!
He struggled through the door that would only crack open. He needed to find time to move the boxes from behind it, the boxes that were now buried under a pile of old newspapers. Since this was the only door of 3 that he could still access it was really important to find the time.… Continue reading Cramped Living
The photographs have aged well. Looking at the soft blue sky in the picture’s background it is easy to image that humid oppressive Ontario heat blanketing the day with whispered promises of a lightning storm to come. That means there is a schedule to follow on this hot afternoon. The photographer stands unseen behind the… Continue reading The Big Escape
The following piece of non-fiction is another short excerpt from the memoirs I wrote a few years ago during NaNoWriMo. I have provided a name for the purpose of posting today, “A Small Girl.” Feedback is welcome in the comment section below. * * * A small girl The little 43 millilitre bottle with its… Continue reading A small girl
The Penis Chronicles presents “Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother” The bright florescent lighting in the main bath barely casts any light into the aged and worn shower stall. The dimness is intensified by the faded grey tile displaying calcium build-ups like a medal of honour. The water just won’t reach the… Continue reading Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother
She hops around in the shaggy lawn. The dew in the grass is cold on the delicate pads of her paws. She is startled by a sudden bodily impulse and she squats without warning to pee. He big brown eyes look up in shock. The cold is too much though and once again she is… Continue reading Willow
She flicks down the switch to start the water boiling in the electric kettle and her thoughts sink into the past. The lid is absently discarded from the jar leaving the air to leach the freshness from the coffee grinds while simultaneously wafting a dark roast scent. Dolly’s mind is adrift amidst the smell as… Continue reading Threads of Memory
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 