Tag: friends
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Day 21: Impossible
Something you’ve overcome that once felt impossible. I have some health challenges. Generally, I don’t speak about them too often. Not ‘publicly’ at any rate. Privately, amongst my family, I will sometimes complain, generally about pain, but that’s often because I suffer from chronic pain and it is very plain to see when I’ve gone…
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Day 6: What I’m proud of
Something I’ve done that I’m proud of. Again, there are a few things but what rises to the top of my mind is my involvement with a research grant application. Technically, it was two applications. The first was for preparatory funding for an NSERC/SSHRC Sustainable Agriculture research initiative. If awarded, we could get up to…
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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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A Final Word: A reflection
Like a few things I’ve done in my life, the decision to write about fifty memories was a bit of a whimsical event. The idea came to me one day, a couple days before I needed to start, and I thought “Hey! I could do that.” Not, perhaps, fully understanding that fifty is a big…
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Memory #2: Meeting Chris (people who change your life)
Have you ever met anyone who flipped your world so on its head, you weren’t sure whether you were coming or going? I have had that happen twice in my life. First time it was my husband. The second time? It was my best friend, *Chris. How do I describe Chris? There is the technical…
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Memory #9: We are family
I have a family. Originally, there were five of us. I’ve spoken of my Mom, Dad, sister, and brother. For my first sixteen years, that was it. It worked, more or less. We had some good times. I remember piling into the family pick-up truck and driving to Jasper National Park for camping trips, seeing…
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Memory #10: Travels with
I don’t know how long I have desired to travel abroad, or if I have. However, as I started planning my fifty things to do before I turned fifty, I decided I wanted to leave the North American continent. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, I just knew I wanted to go somewhere,…
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Memory #14: The Cabin
I do not recall when we started going down to the cabin. Sometime early in eleventh grade. It was our (my sister and myself) friends’ place. Or, I suppose, his older brothers as L actually lived in the cabin… We just invaded it on most Friday nights. Sometimes on Saturdays, but usually, we were all…
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Memory # 26: Erin (Memories with in a memory)
I was fourteen when I met Erin. She was amazing. Far too cool to be dating my brother. Tall, beautiful, so cool, with black lace, Madonna-esque high heeled shoes, she breezed into our house, coming to meet us for dinner the first time. I was stunned! SHE WAS SO COOL. She worked at a car…
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Memory #27: Dead to me
“He died.” I said quietly. He hadn’t, but that’s what I told the woman who asked what happened to my boyfriend. I was eighteen and had been dumped. He was the first boy I had ever loved, trusted fully and completely with my heart. I’d lived with him and everything and one night, he declared,…
The Voices In My Head 