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
The halls of the University are nearly empty at this hour of the day. The best part is that there is never a line at Tim Hortons. I can sail in and fly back out. It is a bit different when we get first break half way through lecture but still tolerable. Regardless, the next… Continue reading Daydreaming & Coffee Drinking
Here is a little memoir writing exercise for you. Choose 3 pictures of the person you want to write about, the pictures should be from various periods of their life. Use the pictures to write about where they were, what they were doing, and build in details about the person. A girl and her dog… Continue reading Photos across a Life Time (3)
Memoir Excerpt The following piece of non-fiction is a short excerpt from the memoirs I wrote a few years ago during NaNoWriMo. Editing is taking way longer than I expected but it is because I am doing start-and-stop editing. Anyway, here is a short piece which I have provided a name for the purpose of… Continue reading Anonymity
“We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun” –Winnie The Pooh. That was grandma’s magic: time shared. It was a gift that she bestowed me. She taught me that the simple things can be filled with precious memories. She taught me the value of being in the moment, whatever… Continue reading No Better Place to Be
The smell of coffee is alive in the air. I used to have a dream of owning my own coffee shop. I wanted it to be a cute little shop with big comfy chairs, homemade baked goods, and a country theme. I wanted it to have a family/close friend atmosphere and I wanted to sell… Continue reading Coffee and Dreams
My first bachelorette apartment was one of my favourite places to live. It was in an old grey brick house. The house itself had a gothic look to it with its wide set of stairs that angled inward toward the top, they were lined with a white picket railing that attached to two tall white… Continue reading Night Demon: Distinct from the fictional world!
I remember the first single family home I lived in after my parents split up. It was a fascinating house and it fed my imagination. The main floor was a typical main living area with a dining room and a kitchen off of it. However, off the kitchen was an old door that was always… Continue reading Inhuman Habitation
There is a 4 by 6 coloured photograph in one of my albums that captures the image of 3 cousins. We are standing on the gravel lane and dried leaves decorate that grey ground under our feet. Evidence that someone had been hard at work leans against the tiered retaining wall behind us; that old… Continue reading Favourite Thanksgiving
The Penis Chronicles presents, “A bloody fall.” “The funny thing about kids is they are the reason we lose it and the reason we hold it together.” – https://me.me/i/the-funny-thing-about-kids-is-they-are-the-reason-d01c53ddd6434414a6c8b1dfc8544e4c Have you ever read any of those sayings about parenting boys and it being harder to keep them alive? It that my heart has stopped and… Continue reading A bloody fall
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 