Author, Mother, Wife. Recipient of the Paul Harris Fellowship award and 2017 nominee for the Women of Distinction award through the YWCA. Climate Reality Leader, Zero-Waste promoter, beekeeper and lover of all things natural.
The keys of a hundred keyboards click-click-clicked in succession as the workers stared at their blue screens. The sound became an unnerving song stuck in Josh’s mind. He kept waiting for a rhythm, but a few too many clicks here and there threw it off beat. It was enough to make a person go mad. On top of it, the clock also ticked away. At the twelve o’clock tick the people stood, tucked in their chairs, and walked silently to the door for their lunch hour. Josh lingered, watching them all leave. “Robots,” he whispered to himself. A woman’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “Worker 107 please exit the computer lab and report to the cafeteria for your meal. I repeat, worker 107 please exit the computer lab promptly and report to the cafeteria for your meal.”
Snapshots of Life in Isolation
It’s Wednesday morning and I begin the day by dragging two 15lb weights to my living room floor. My cell phone rings just as I finish pushing the dining room chair to the central spot by the fireplace. It’s my personal trainer, all smiles and chipper. Her voice vibrates into my hand as she excitedly asks, “are you ready?"
- Top Story - August 2022
That AprilTop Story - August 2022
“Take my air, take my lungs, my heart and my liver,” I prayed. There were mornings that April where time sped up, and I couldn’t keep up. What followed was a soundtrack of crashing and yelling and pulses keeping beat with the chaos. Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick. Fragments of movements mixed with slow motion falls and quick-thinking recalls. The latter always followed by defeated phone calls.
Lost in Thoughts
CHAPTER ONE The skies of America were changing, he'd told me so. I had no frame of reference, so I believed him. He said that he'd lived long enough to detect the difference in the clouds. He showed me the way they stretched out long, like a cat after a nap, how they're layered and iridescent behind the white. They never used to do that. They held together, fluffy and bursting, he'd said. Something had changed. He was angry when he spoke of the sky, as if it were the last frontier of nature they'd taken from us.
A Tale of Two Timelines
February, 1948 - St. Moritz, Switzerland The crowd gathered closely around the boards of the outdoor skating rink. Men in wool overcoats and leather gloves slapped the wood of the barriers, calling out the names they'd read in their local newspaper to see if any of the players would look in their direction. It was the first Olympic Games held since the end of the war. It was both exciting and yet remnants of the horrors still lingered in the pale faces, thin frames and tattered clothing of the participants from nearly every country.
The Coffee Shoppe on Main
The voices in the coffee shop entwined together into a low-hanging rhythm, finding spaces to linger between the ceiling and the tops of heads. It's a different sound than say, a pub, or a market. There's a warmth to it. The words that are uttered are done with purpose and care. Hearts are opened, secrets are revealed.
The Way of Life
Coffee, black, followed by a reminder to kill himself after the chores were done. That was how every day began for Orv. Grey skies or crisp blue, it didn't change anything. He woke with the same lacking feeling inside. He poured one cup of coffee, and shuffled over to the kitchen table where he drank it silently. He didn't read anything, or even put the radio on. He stared at nothing in particular, while the bitter hot liquid found its way to his empty stomach.
A Book About a Seagull...or Is It More?
It was not a typical children's book. The plastic protective cover was yellowed and cracked in places. The navy background looked dull and the single image (outline really) of a gull in flight seemed lacking to a child of the 80's; born into all things florescent and patterned. But my Nana reached for it on one of my sleepovers and began to read the complex book, while I looked at pictures of seagulls and drifted off.
Avoiding Board Room Blunders
Ideas come to me in the strangest of places. I could be lathering up mid-shower and feel the need to rush out and execute a plan that flashed through my mind. I once mentally created an entire political musical during my daily commute; complete with character building, sub-plots and the perfect songs interjected at key moments of the 'play'. So when I approached our local Land Trust with an idea to bring a children's program to them on a whim, I wasn't expecting that they love the idea so much, that they decided to make me a board member too.
- Top Story - June 2021
The Winning GameTop Story - June 2021
The décor of the Summit Centre was just as pretentious as the awards show itself. Everything had been meticulously chosen in the same shade of cream; the lighting, the tablecloths, the dishware, the flowers. Ruby sat at her assigned table staring at her nameplate in front of her place setting. She wished that Joel had come with her, at least it would have been someone to talk to. Instead, his nameplate and empty seat beside hers would be a reminder of how alone she really was. She was surprised he hadn’t at least called or sent a text. After 10 years of marriage, one would think he’d have wanted to say good luck, for the moment put the divorce aside, especially since it was so new. Ruby awkwardly scrolled through her phone even though she had been told not to do that at events like these. She hated these things.