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I Have the Choice
This week I made the difficult decision to step away from Facebook. Thoughts of getting off FB have been simmering for quite some time. I have done a day here and there where I deliberately stayed off for the entire day. I have weighed the pros and cons and made lists of the positive and negative interactions a few minutes of scrolling provided. I use Messenger regularly and don't want to loose that option so chose to deactivate my account instead of deleting it . My plan is to stay off for the month of April and then re-evaluate. To be honest the hardest part is not having the distraction of scrolling a hundred times a day. I have this false belief that I am missing something if I don't check in. I know that is not true. I know that before FB I did just fine and stayed in touch with the...
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What I Know on This Day
Why as human beings are we so slow to learn? The other day it occurred to me that we are always on a very steep learning curve and the lessons don't seem to come quickly or easily. As kids we enter our double digits and in those ten years we are bombarded with...
Double Digits of August
August 10th is a memorable day for me. It was on this day thirteen years ago that I got the phone call telling me The Year Mrs. Montague Cried had won first place in the Y/A category of the Atlantic Writing Competition. I had been out feeding chickens and realized it...
Living the Dream
Yesterday when out and about I heard a woman answer inquiries as to how she was, with the statement ' just living the dream'. Living the dream, a slightly sarcastic evaluation clouded with discontent and elements of poor me. Maybe that is how she meant it. Maybe not....
Lilacs and Contentment
I am writing on a cold and damp Monday morning . The heat is on and the ground is lapping up the much needed moisture. A week of fear, uncertainty in our province and neighboring provinces have reminded us of nature's power and our powerlessness over it. It also...
Just One Day
The calendar selects one day a year to celebrate mothers. Advertising and society push us toward cards, flowers, gifts, meals and all that to celebrate mothers . That is all well and good and one can choose how to embrace the sentiment but the truth of it is Mother's...
Back From Britain
This time last year, this time last week, this time the week before... I can often be heard saying such things. I do find myself thinking what I was doing this time last week, last month and last year. It always amazes me how quickly time passes. In late December I...