Mina Wiebe
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Figuring things out; finding my voice. Thanks for visiting.
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I Was Obsessed with Editing Myself for Social Media
How to Look Good in Photos (According to an Eleven Year Old): ☑ Smile with your mouth closed. ☑ Stick your head out to avoid a double chin. ☑ Raise your eyebrows. ☑ Delete the photo if your nose looks too big.* ☑ * Or if your cheeks look too round. ☑ Or if your smile looks crooked. ☑ Or if it shows how big your body is.
By Mina Wiebe2 years ago in Motivation
Lizzie and the Bull
When Grandma left for the stars, her children journeyed back to the island to help strip their childhood home to its bones. While they all stepped from ferry to dock, my mother and I had the luxury of a brief stroll. I had long memorized the imagined trail from our house to Grandma’s, and I’d learned to watch for the home’s Victorian trim growing over the hill as we neared its peak. That day however, my mother refused to let me stop for stones or eye-catching fungi. There would be no window sills for Grandma to display them; no stews for Grandma to add them to.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Fiction
Funeral Flowers: How I Found Peace in the Art of Preservation
Losing Yourself in a Loss In the weeks following my father’s passing, the once bright and fragrant funeral flowers had begun to wilt, sag, and mold. It was bleak to see their vibrant colours fade, and the comfort they’d initially brought slowly shifted to dread. Their decay was a reminder, that while I’d been stuck in my bubble of mourning, the rest of the world had continued to move forward.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Motivation
The Tradition
When Ginger learned her father had left for a mistress in Maui, it was eleven days short of her thirteenth birthday. Her mother was neither surprised nor devastated by the news; in fact, she was annoyed by the hassle of pretending to be heartbroken. Ginger happily helped with the theatrics that would save them both the boredom of crocodile tears: rouge to the nose, smudged mascara, and piles of wrinkled tissues, crumpled for show, as neither considered wasting tears over the man’s absence.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Fiction
Pretty in White
“It’s horrid. Hideous. You can’t get married in it. I won’t let you,” he insisted, tail whipping behind him furiously, left to right like a metronome. His stare was yellow and unblinking, his pupils thin and sharp. He sat perched in the rafters, watching me from above. I laughed.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Fiction
Excavate
Maisie shrieked, shrinking helplessly from the decayed femur dangled inches from her face. Her brother’s laughter rang like a kettle, hissing and muddling her wails. He swung it past her chin, soil untangling in clumps that fell to Maisie’s chest. Her screams bubbled into sobs, the dirt crumbling more with each taunting shake, sprinkled from the tangle of roots. In the dim light of the barn, it looked like spiderwebs, thin and sticky with pests.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Horror
Fallen
Kyra gripped the balcony’s edge, rust poking into her palms like mirror shards, metallic and cold. The air was heavier than usual; thick with smoke from distant explosions, the pops and sizzles a sound she’d long learned to ignore. Her lashes collected sweat with the snowflake-like soot drifting casually from the sky.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2021
Cottagecore: Reviving that Sweet 70s NostalgiaTop Story - May 2021
Dressing for Happiness If the pandemic has taught me anything about fashion, it’s that we’re constantly chasing that sweet nostalgia of old trends. This past year, I’ve definitely noticed a whirlwind of fads reammerge into mainstream fashion, ranging from rad 70s tie dye, to adorable 90s butterfly hair-clips. And while the revival of past trends is by no means new, I feel like our current craving for nostalgia has been amplified in our desire to reminisce about simpler, pre-pandemic times. People are at home, they're bored and stressed, and they're experimenting with fashion as a way to embrace nostalgia and have some good, simple fun.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Styled
Memory Inventory Specialist
I’m what I like to call, a Memory Inventory Specialist. Picture a neat row of filing cabinets in my brain, each with its own little memory tab that I’ve categorized, alphabetized, colour-coded, the whole nine yards. Keep in mind, I have a knack for compartmentalization, so that’s the easy part; you sort the nostalgia, the romance, the life achievements, it’s all pretty simple. But every job has it’s catch-- its annoying boss, its difficult-to-work-with cubicle neighbor.
By Mina Wiebe3 years ago in Confessions