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Ceebie: Remembering 9-11
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Ten years ago today I had just started my work day at the Faculty of Environmental Studies, York University, where if I remember correctly, my job consisted mainly of eight hours a day of data entry for a graduate program audit (my, how some things have changed). Ten years later, so much of the stories we are hearing is about remembering those who were lost and celebrating the heroes who came to the rescue at Ground Zero. B...
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Ceebie: July 2011
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Saturday, July 02, 2011. Sunday Scribblings: Hitched (Or, Tilting at blue skies). Do you remember the flowers you bought me for $1.99, that time you came. To keep me company after my operation? They were so anemic-looking then. Dried up and weedy, and not a bud in sight. It was difficult to imagine they'd one day turn beautiful,. But you told me they'd come back, so I believed you. We planted them in rows, watered them, then had tea on the balcony,.
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Ceebie: October 2006
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Writing about my family, particularily my dad, has always been uncomfortable for me. Coming from a strict British household where the world "love" was rarely said, but often showed, it was difficult for me to show my dad how much I love him. Even worse was seeing him cry for the first time ever when he dropped me off for my first day of university. He tames her hair. Into two ribboned pigtails. In the evenings,. His china doll,.
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Ceebie: September 2011
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Ten years ago today I had just started my work day at the Faculty of Environmental Studies, York University, where if I remember correctly, my job consisted mainly of eight hours a day of data entry for a graduate program audit (my, how some things have changed). Ten years later, so much of the stories we are hearing is about remembering those who were lost and celebrating the heroes who came to the rescue at Ground Zero. B...
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Ceebie: Sunday Scribblings: The gift
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Sunday, June 26, 2011. Sunday Scribblings: The gift. The morning had passed in a blur of bright lights on the TV screen: talk shows, reality shows and canned laughter tracks. Pleasant, numbness distraction, only inches away from the comfort of her bed. All she needed to do was reach out her fingers and change the channel if the numbness got too - mind-numbing. It was all so effortless. Until the young girl with the frizzy blond hair interrupted. Reaching ...
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Ceebie: Sunday Scribblings: The next step
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Monday, June 13, 2011. Sunday Scribblings: The next step. When the gun explodes, her heart flutters in nervous anticipation. Lady Gaga is singing on her iPod, and she has stored a few hours' worth of songs to accompany her on this journey. They head off the roads and onto the trails, eventually turning into the gravel paths through the marshes. The ground crunches under her shoes as they hit it in a steady rhythm. Just keep going to the next station. ...
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Ceebie: February 2011
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Week six: I *heart* two-degree weather, and the importance of cross-training. I just checked The Weather Network. And for the first time in weeks, the forecast is 2 degrees and there's no snow or rain. Funny how we have such short-term memories that we forget what running in warm weather feels like. But after weeks of frigid, tush-freezing cold. Eggs Benedict Crepe and Croque Madame, yum! What I've come to realize is that I'm ...
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Ceebie: December 2010
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Saturday, December 18, 2010. Here is a poem I wrote a while back that I think is fitting for this theme (although it was written in November :) ). Seems like only yesterday. Tiny spidermen, princesses and ghouls. Clamored for candy on our porch. Tonight darkness fell so soon. You on the computer, me. Comfortable in the knowledge. To the windows that frame our door. The one you spent three days painting electric blue. To watch the world outside. When all y...
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Ceebie: September 2006
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Sunday, September 24, 2006. Trouble afoot at the Walrus. Canadian Magazines: We're OK, it's OK, say Walrus principals. I have to say, I met Ken Alexander, the Walrus's editor, once, and I wasn't impressed. Saturday, September 16, 2006. Will things ever calm down, and AAARGH! So now, the door is wide open for me to explore other possibilities. And who knows what may come of it? WHO backs DDT for malaria control. Malaria, carried by the mosquito, kills more...
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Ceebie: My balcony garden project
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Writer. Editor. Runner. Yogi. Nature lover. Wife. Thursday, June 23, 2011. My balcony garden project. With a few easy steps, a barren balcony becomes a pleasing outdoor space. Here's how I did it (bear in mind, it's a work in progress):. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. La Dolce Vita.{the sweet life}. Nature of Words Nature of Words: ‘What If? 8217; musings in the middle of life. Oh but you will. Sting of the Wasp: The Cuban Five Connection. Sunday Scribblings: The gift.
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