Not so long ago, I got a friend request on Facebook. Martin Allaway wished to be friends with me, and I must say, I felt quite honored. Mr Allaway was an 82 years old Scottish man, and need I say, a man of God. He was severely sick with a terrible case of lung…… Continue reading Friendship…
Tant que tu auras un sourire sincère pour moi, dans ta poche de derrière… Je viendrai, marcher pieds nus dans la rosée de tes matins…
Anonymous signature on the no man’s land island just between your smile and mine.
In the process of getting ready to go back to Vikingland, I decided it was time to get a new compact camera. My last two trips, I borrowed my parents’ but it wasn’t that compact, it was rather oldish, and… well, it wasn’t mine, so I was extra nervous about losing or breaking it. Two…… Continue reading My new baby!
Love is like a poisonous mushroom… You don’t know if it is the real thing until it is too late. – Author unknown If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
On all those unsuspected wounded spots…. Lips… almost felt. Almost.
For about eight years, I worked as an Emergency Medical Dispatcher. In short, I took calls from 911, assisted callers, gave calls a priority, and dispatched ambulances… The Bag Lady dared me to look back on those years and remember my best and worst experience. I thought it would be quite a challenge, but surprisingly,…… Continue reading For better and for worse…
I’ll never be yours, but all my heartbeats will bear you name…
Last weekend, my best friend came to Montréal for one of our girls day out. Together, we’re like teenagers on the loose, and this time, we had planned to take a tour of the city on one of those big red London buses. The hop on/hop off rides are very popular among tourists, in many…… Continue reading Montréal…
Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle… But all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle. Arthur Schopenhauer If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
