Brigitte Pellerin
Bio
Fighting toxicity since 2016. Using my voice, loudly, in French and English. Beauty capturer. Member of TWUC, UNEQ, AAOF, the Huntsville Literary Association and the Canadian Association of Journalists. Two-time world karate champion.
Stories (9/0)
Lost in thought
She didn’t remember that grove of trees. Which, you are quite right, is ridiculous. How can a grove of trees look any different than another another grove of trees? And how could you possibly tell the difference between one and the next? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the low branches hitting the ground at the wrong angle. Or maybe it was the wildflowers around it that looked different. But she knew something was wrong.
By Brigitte Pellerinabout a year ago in Fiction
Dear Diary: Let me tell you about Buc-ee's
Dear Diary, On Sunday I went to Buc-ee’s. And it was about as ridiculous as you’d expect. You did not know this, but there are tourists who make a point of stopping at Buc-ee’s beause it’s so quintessentially American you can’t believe it until you experience it for your own self.
By Brigitte Pellerinabout a year ago in Wander
On the beauty of four-letter words
Four-letter words, the prompt said. Well that’s a struggle. No, not like that. I have lots of swear words swirling around my brain. I am a military-grade swearing machine. I mean, not to boast or anything, but I’m practically a walking verbal weapon. And because I swear in two different languages, my bombs land hard and shrapnel wide.
By Brigitte Pellerinabout a year ago in Confessions
What's the meaning of beauty?
There is the beauty that isn’t earned. The pretty face, the symmetrical features, the perfect hip-to-waist ratio. Long limbs, elegant wrists, shapely eyes. Silky hair that flows the way it should, straight knees, ears that don’t look like barn doors.
By Brigitte Pellerinabout a year ago in Humans
There are no easy ways to share a toilet seat with a spider
People often ask how they could become a ninja like me. That’s easy, I say. You could train like a maniac for 20 years. Or you could carry a cooler up the hill to your island cottage and walk nose-first into a spider web.
By Brigitte Pellerin2 years ago in Families
