My worst nightmare. Ok, I might be a little over dramatic here, but still… It is scary, and it saddens me, and I think I might just call in sick (anything not to go to the office, lol) The disease is spreading! You might remember, a few days ago, when Australia lost its flag? Well,…… Continue reading Oh no…
As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and…… Continue reading “Let me be your voice” project – Sleeping with the enemy…
Mother Nature is off her medication again this Winter in Québec. One day we get a foot of snow, the next it is raining and then we’ll get wind, and/or icy rain and/or fog and/or whatever she pulls out of her hat. It can be irritating at times, but it has it up sides too! …… Continue reading Winter…
Leurs âmes, comme des vases communicants, se mélangeaient dans les couleurs de l’aube. Elle en lui, puis lui en elle, dans un va et vient selon les marées de leurs pensées… Tricotant un un tissu d’idées à s’enrouler autour du cou pour les jours frisquets de l’hiver. Bien au delà de la chair, bien…… Continue reading Vases communicants…
She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…
7h30 this morning (I’m rounding up… it might have been 7h33 or 7h26… ) I was awake since 4 in the morning, so I had quite a headstart over the big fireball. I suddenly realized that I was up before the sun and would go back home after it would have set. Call me…… Continue reading Not fair!
Momma is throwing the first of a new series of mid-month Meet & Greet party, and you are all invited 🙂 Join in to share and mingle! #MommasBlogParty via Join Momma’s Party! — A Momma’s View
As she locked the front door, she sighed thinking of the outside world with contempt. The flat welcomed her with its usual soothing silence. Not that she seeked aloneness, but she preferred it to the fake company of the people she spent most of her time with… She put down her bags, hung her…… Continue reading Vanishing…
I am pretty… pretty pretty pretty sure that is not the Australian flag, WordPress… Pretty sure, but I am often wrong!
J’ai su que je m’éprenais de toi Quand je me suis prise à conjuguer ton nom A tous les temps, sur tous les tons Quand j’ai compris, bien malgré moi Qu’il était le refrain de la chanson Qui sauverait ou ferait fléchir ma raison… A la fois mon remède, et mon poison…
