It’s been a long day (literally)
It was dark. So very dark. It had been dark for a very long time. The stars were mere pinpricks in the night sky. The trees were spooky silhouettes. Shadows lurked everywhere. Callieach, the Celtic goddess of winter, skulked through her kingdom. Villagers cowered and hid in darkened, straw-lined rooms in fear that the fierce…
Create Your Narrative
Last month, I re-triggered a back injury. I couldn’t stand straight. I couldn’t walk. It was nasty. It stopped me in my tracks. I had to cancel several activities that I had been looking forward to. I cried a lot. I questioned my mobility and my future. Then I caved and went to a physiotherapist.…
Algorithms & Aging
Funny how you look at one post about something, and then, thanks to the famous (infamous?) algorithm, your news feed is overrun with reels about bulldogs, crochet stitches, and rituals. Or aging. Where the heck did that come from? I am aging. I sure don’t need to read about it during my mindless daily scrolling.…
Finding the Woman in the Well
It had been a long day, and Ellen’s tooth throbbed. She felt a bit warm, which meant she probably had an infection. But she didn’t have the money or time to have a dentist pull a tooth. With a husband and a young daughter to feed and clothe, she had to put herself last. There…
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Wanderings Art 