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The COVID Crazies 3

THE COVID CRAZIES 3 My days blend, merge, blur, one into the other.  Tomorrow feels like today. Today feels like last year. I plummet into the ennui, mindlessness, of Netflix streaming a concoction of confections designed to numb my brain and supposedly heal the pain of lacking hugs, kisses, touch, from others not just touching…

The COVID Crazies Too

THE COVID CRAZIES TOO I’ve got the Lock Down, Crack Down, Smack Down, Blues.

Leaky Guts

Anyhow. I have moved in my transition to actually being ABLE to eat frickin something to going toward VEGAN or VEGETARIAN diets. In Canmore, there is a wonderful whole food market called Nutters. I shop there, preferably during seniors hour, for my staples — Soy free, Gluten free Teriaky Sauce; GF Bread, Rice flour and…

On Being Bi-Polar

It is 4 in the morning. I am listening to the rain piss down on the stone tiles outside my room. The balcony door is open a foot and the 27 degree Celsius, muggy tropic air wafts in. I have been awake since 2 a.m. And, IT is happening again. IT being the return of…

P is for PTSD

P is for PTSD The taxi pulled up in front of my daughter’s home. I was waiting on the porch at the side. Shivering in the cold. My breath making clouds of cold steam. I hurried to the taxi, cane in left hand, small travelling bag in right hand. I opened the right front passenger…