In the fall of 1995, Nov. 4th, to be exact, the Prime Minister of Israel was assassinated. I remember driving the Sea-to-Sky highway from Whistler British Columbia to Vancouver Airport. I was going to a funeral. The year before, 1994, I went bankrupt. I lost my manufacturing business in Montreal and my home. My husband … Continue reading An Assassination and a Funeral
March is a month of nostalgia for me. It's the birth month of my Mom. She said when her birthday came around she was foreshadowed by mine, two weeks earlier. Don't you think it's strange the things we remember? I recently applied to Ontario, Canada for an original birth certificate. I never had one. I … Continue reading I miss you…
I have weird thoughts about my childhood. I can only remember two events before the age of 11. The first, I got caught playing doctor with a boy on the picnic table in the back yard of our house when I was 5 or 6. The second event, I was dancing ballet all by myself … Continue reading Childhood Sexual Abuse?
Wordless “What’s that word say?” “That’s an easy one, Daddy. Just sound it out.” Levi Bacchus can’t read. 36 years old, and he’d never learned the meaning of a single sentence. “I just ain’t cut out for this, Jamie Lynn.” The girl’s countenance dropped in disagreement—just like her mother, that one. “So, you’re a … Continue reading Welcome #RWISA Author Beem Weeks
I have a hazy recollection of playing doctor with a boy when I was six. I think my mother caught us. Or maybe I made it up. I really don’t know. Most people can chronicle episodes from early childhood. I can’t. What I do remember is my first job. I was eleven. And I made … Continue reading When I Was Your Age
THE LOVE FIX http://goo.gl/XOtXaV LOVE REHAB http://goo.gl/A8yh0t I (SPY) LOVE https://goo.gl/myEgt6 THE LOVE FIX , LOVE REHAB and I (SPY) LOVE write of the essence of life, our yearning for connection with the one and the One. … Continue reading The Poetry Collection by Lynda Filler