August 23rd, 2017 

It’s one of those days where I can see (faintly and smudgy against the horizon) where the idea that being a restaurant manager is glamorous comes from. My day starts languidly, rolling out of bed at 9:30am. I lounge in the sunshine on the back deck before jumping in the shower. Tossing around the desire…

A Parallel Shadow

Her feet whisper across the stage marking steps long since learned long since obsolete and still she turns endlessly on the same track her legs strong and sure within the movements of repetition. Her audience gone she dances mindlessly her soul cupped carefully in the hands of the ghost she has become. Without hesitation she…

the weight

it makes you hard you know. all this push and pull of others on your soul on your heart. you build boundaries that lie on different meridians than the ones you would naturally form. you find solace and sorrow mixed equally in bones that you didn’t know you had made aware only by the weight…

Why it takes so long.

You order a glass of wine. Red to be exact. Our best selling red due to it’s low price point and Italian vintage. You do not look like someone who can be enticed to try the beautiful complexity of the unknown varietal just below. Desperately ignoring the sweat gathering between my shoulder blades, a witty…

she taught me to shift

in the early years of our love affair when I used to roll my eyes & sigh every time she changed that to this or moved there to here. I, stir crazy with desire for the way it was going to be to arrive already ran my eyes over the magic of transformation with disdain….

ripe

our feet root into the age old memory of harvest the earth pressing up into our soles as if to remind that we too hang heavy on our vines ready to be picked.

The secret to catching her

She was born to run. Her legs muscled and strong from the youngest of ages she has always moved quickly. From one thing to another she dashes. Her trajectory one long straight line of deliberate action she moves easily between places, spaces, people. Just try and catch her, she’s so far out ahead she sometimes…

on the drive home

the taste of salt still in my mouth memory of an oyster scooped unceremoniously standing on the steps between kitchen and chef’s office weight of the day dangling off my shoulders or is that just my purse the noise of service slipping into a haze as I slide out the back door into fresh air…

Musings on Personal Power & Popsicles

This space has been quiet for more than a year. There isn’t much to say, except that it felt tonight like there were words inside of me that wanted to come out. They filled my head as last summer’s tayberries transformed, as if by magic, into popsicles. Most of this past year has been spent…

Her Day Off.

A hundred crackers. More perhaps. Not enough fat, not enough flavour. It would be easy it seems to simply follow a recipe. Two times does not make you an expert. The impending doom descends on the kitchen. Two weeks worth of eating dry, consequently flavourless crackers with various toppings spread on top in attempt to…

Honey

at the bottom of the mug this small splash of sweetness a promise of more to come.

No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of our old self-sure self. It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt our most faithful little black dress our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit. This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside. There are no words for the feeling. It simply is. It simply is who we are. Without questioning…