for the woman is, woman is the glorious victorious…
March 5th: the anniversary of his death. I think of him sometimes throughout the year. Something seen or heard will remind me of him. But I must confess that those times are getting rarer and rarer every year that goes by. I don’t get reminded often enough now. But March 5th? It’s not necessarily a …
About 9 years ago, my boyfriend at the time was opening for her at one of the more busier bars on Whyte Ave in Edmonton. We walked in for the sound check as she and her crew were right in the middle of theirs. As the guys got their gear out and readied themselves, I …
When I was a little girl and school would let out for the Christmas Break, my family would pack up and make the 8 hour trek to The Farm. My brother and I would try very hard not to fight all the way there. My parents would try not to lose their patience with …
I was 22 years old, slumbering in my bed beside my boyfriend one winter Friday night. 2:30 in the morning an old friend phones me. He’s at a party, drunk and has been in a fight. Someone took care of him with a wooden bat. I crawl out of bed and barely warm the car …
He was my first… distraction. I called it love, but who really knows at that age. Even still; when we fought like cats and dogs I still loved him terribly. Even when he was an jerk and I was a bitch, I still loved him. We took care of each other. I’d like to know …
