Ever be walking down the street, or through the grocery store, or even in your own home and just trip? And then you look behind yourself, trying to see what made you stumble, as if you were expecting to see some hand sticking out that grabbed your foot? But there’s nothing there. Just air.
I do. More frequently than I care to admit. And it’s usually because of one of two reasons … Continue reading
When my mom was about 4-5 yrs old, she got caught in an undertow. Scared the living daylights out of her. And then put a living fear of water in her for many years. She didn’t want any of her 4 kids to have the same fear so she put all of us in swimming lessons. My brother loved the water so much, he became a high level scuba diver, and is a Ph.D. marine biologist who just returned from a 6-month research study in New Zealand. And he has a ‘thing’ for sharks. Enough of a thing, he swims with them on occasion. Guess he never got the same fear of water my mom had. Continue reading
Despite the fact that my kids are 15, 21, and 24, I still make them do Santa lists every year. And they know when the deadline for them is: the day of the Toronto Santa Claus parade in mid-November.
Last year, my middle one was really struggling to pull together some ideas for me. How a 21-yr old young lady, going to university in Toronto, living in a shared apartment with three of her friends, with a very busy social life, and with big plans for her future could NOT be able to pass on some things she wanted/needed dumbfounded me. So in late November I went in to Toronto to both visit her and get some other Christmas shopping done. While we were having lunch, I asked her again about her Santa list. She finally gave me a response … Continue reading
Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts. The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while surfing my favourite channels on SiriusXM. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
“Annie’s Song” is written in memory of the wife of a blogging pal of mine who passed away last month. Her name was Ann Bryce (Oct 1928 – Feb 2016). While I was working on this piece, it brought a tear to my eye when John Denver’s “Annie’s Song” came on one of the channels. Much to my kids’ chagrins in having to listen to it, I have been a lover of Denver’s music since I was just a wee one. I’m sure I have over a dozen of his records in my vinyl collection. Anyway, I knew in that moment it would be the title, even though I don’t have a clue as to whether Ann was ever called Annie.
So to extend my condolences to my friend Herb and to honour his wife of 50 years Ann, I dedicate this post. One day, you shall waltz again together beyond the sunset, where angels meet to dance. Until then, blessings and prayers … Marianne
Yesterday, I published a post, The Grand Old Lady Of Shuter Street, about seeing Amy Helm & The Handsome Strangers opening for Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell at Toronto’s Massey Hall the other day. As I was drafting it, I noticed it was taking two different directions. One was simply about the venue, the music, and the musicians. The other however, was about me.
I really wasn’t intending on writing about me, I just wanted to share my love for a beautiful place, beautiful music, and beautiful artists and songwriters. But somehow ‘me’ kept creeping in. So I gave up on hitting the backspace and delete keys, let it all come out, and decided to make a second somewhat related post. Here’s the other stuff that was running around my mind, or maybe really my heart, as I was drafting the above post …