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A collection of writings, explorations, musings, and more. The place where I wonder, ponder, and begin to figure out my life. Yes, it has taken me nearly 50 years to figure out that I am not beholden to anyone’s ideals or intentions, but it is better now, than never.
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50×50: Number 35 – See Canada’s team play!
Baseball… Doesn’t seem like a very Canadian sport. In a country where it’s known to be winter six months of the year, cold another two, with the potential of snow two more, it seems odd that a country could love baseball as much as we do! Add to that we actually only have one team…
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50×50: Number 6 – See Caribou in the Wild (sort of)
Since forever, I have wanted to see caribou in the wild. The problem is caribou are a threatened species and are very hard to find. However, year after year, I have tried to seek out the woodland caribou herd that resides in Jasper National Park. Now, there are four herds that live in the park,…
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50×50: Number 24 – Get a tattoo
At the beginning of July, I got a tattoo. I decided to get the tattoo to commemorate my 50th birthday. It is on my left forearm. Loud, proud, and hard to miss. It often startles me. I can honestly say I loved it more on paper than I do on my body. It is pretty,…
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50×50: Number 15 – Visit a new province
Canada is a big place. 9.9 million square kilometres (3.8 million square miles)! It is made up of ten provinces and three territories. The newest territory, Nunavut, coming to be in 1999! Sadly, I have only visited a few of these areas. Alberta, where I live, Saskatchewan, British Columbia, and Ontario. Until 2023… When I…
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Fifty by fifty – counting down
I have a list of things I want to accomplish before I end my fiftieth year (July 13, 2025). These are things I have not done before – trivial things (make choux pastry) to large things (leave the North American continent). They are all things that are important to me and dreams, hopes, goals, and…
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When the voices whisper…
I realized something Monday morning… I am more depressed than I was. Or am. It has been brewing for a while, just how long, I am not sure. The past few weeks have been a bit of blur. It started some time after or around my birthday. Writing my memories kept me going and gave…
The Voices In My Head 