Mine, Musings

Missing My Mother

And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…

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Mine, Musings, Poetry

WHO AM I?

A poet is too impatient for prose. He needs an expressway to his emotions. ~Terri Guillemets Writer’s block is a real thing, and I have become living proof of it. After these last couple of years, of having my mind…

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Humour, Mine

Social Distancing

Respect other people’s personal space. Do not breathe down their necks . Keep safe distance and set your pace. If there is an arm’s-length distance between A and B, then C cannot squeeze in to the elbow’s spot, this kind…

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Humour, Mine

HANDLE WITH CARE

Jack Nicholson was brilliant in it. Do you remember the famous dialogue? “You can’t handle the truth son.” I don’t know why I mentioned this tit-bit. The story of my kitchen has nothing to do with this movie, the exception…

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My cataract surgery

One not so fine day I was told that both my eyes  had developed cataract. It was March 2021 and I was only 57 years old. I remember my mother’s eye surgery when she had turned seventy. I asked the doctor…

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