small boxes

She joined the club. I didn’t want her to. But she joined the club. Sucked in by the relief of the next hit. The release of another drink....

I’m trying to declutter. I’m trying to get rid of old stuff. I’m trying to organize my life. The reality shows make it look so simple. Make ...

(Originally written to my Dad for his 70th birthday, September 1998) March ’66…who could forget the amazing storm that was every child’s ...

Chicken Bones knew what day Saturday was because she dusted her room and went to ballet class. Chicken Bones knew what day Sunday was becaus...

It is an ugly season, spring. And yet I anticipate its messy arrival. I just can’t resist the crunching of the rotten ice, the gush of ru...

It would be fun! It would be relaxing! It would be a spectacular bird’s eye view of the Calgary Stampede midway!…and my sister Nancy had thr...

Chicken Bones had brushed her teeth and washed her face. She had on her new pink flowered flannelette nightgown. Chicken Bones’ dad had read...