Tag: family
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Memory #33: Two blue lines
It happened quite by accident, even if it was on purpose. After the miscarriage many months before, my body was not cooperating. My cycle was wonky, my temperature (which I was charting) was all over the map, and well, I had little hope of conceiving again. My husband living out of town limited our window…
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Memory #35: Life, love, and marriage
Online dating is now the norm. Twenty-five years ago, it was not. Meeting people online, way back then, was odd and people wondered what was wrong with you if you had to resort to that to meet people. However, that is how I met my husband and having recently celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary, it…
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Memory #38: Control theory
Did you know I am evil? A terrible, wicked woman? Out to ruin and corrupt the lives of men? I did not know this either, but this is exactly what my former mother-in-law firmly believed of me. I was nineteen turning twenty and new to the city when I first started dating my former husband.…
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Memory #40: Moments
In 2014 my husband and I went on a date. It was a dinner and movie date; except we couldn’t decide on a movie. Too early to go home, we decided to go look at RVs. We had had an RV for six years, selling it in 2012. We had always intended to replace it;…
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Memory #41: Soup!
I love soup. One of my early childhood memories is enjoying a bowl of beef barley soup made by my grandmother. I remember her house in the city. It always smelled fresh and clean and a bit like lavender. The kitchen table was brown, and the chairs were a cream vinyl, the counters were arborite…
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Memory #45: Overboard
Picture it: Rural Alberta, the year 2002, only me, my husband, our cat, our dog, and the quiets of nature for an entire week. After a grueling two full years of college, no money, unemployment, a terrible back injury, we needed time to regroup, think, and relax. However, without any money, resources, or way to…
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Memory #47: Loss
When I was twenty-one, rather by accident, I was told I would never have my own children. Having gone in for something completely different, learning this news was not something I was expecting to hear. It was hurtful, sad news – I knew I wanted children, not then, but one day. That possibility had just…
The Voices In My Head 