Tag: anxiety

Returning home… Adieu à notre belle vie française

Returning home… Adieu à notre belle vie française After two and a half years of living in beautiful Dijon, France, a city that we have grown to love, my wife and I are returning to Canada for keeps on Easter Sunday. Friends on both sides of the Atlantic – and our two sons as well..

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Seen but not heard/ A legacy of bad parenting

Seen but not heard My father’s attitude toward children was simple: They were to be seen but not heard; Or preferably not seen… nor heard. That was the simplest solution of all for Jim McBryde.   Dad had a particularly hard spot For rambunctious boys, Especially from my mother’s side of the family; Cousins Johnny..

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Ikebana My Anne is a fragile flower

My Anne is a fragile flower We need beauty because it makes us yearn to be worthy of it. -Mary Oliver My Anne is a fragile flower. She creates minimalist, decorative arrangements that feature delicate dried plant life. Yesterday she learned a new term: Ikebana,* The Japanese art of flower arrangement. She had no idea..

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The marathon is almost over: I’m staggering to the finish line

The marathon is almost over: I’m staggering to the finish line   November 1966  Grade 10 Oakridge Secondary School London Ontario   The boys’ phys ed teacher, Madman McCarthy, sent us off to run cross country,   Through the desiccated bogs and wasteland surrounding our school.   We wore little white shorts and tee shirts,..

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Valentines Day and a Box Social Grade Two Georgetown Ontario 1960

Valentines Day and a Box Social    Grade 2     Miss Betty Jean Anderson (teacher) Georgetown, Ontario, Canada        February 14, 1960  Chapel Street School Valentine’s Day…frenetic activity. Who would get the most cards? Popularity depended on volume. Messages: Be mine….You’re so sweet. Corny puns: Some Bunny Loves You (accompanied by a drawing of..

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Still Life Georgetown, Ontario Summer 1961

  Still Life                          Georgetown, Ontario, Summer 1961   His name was Mr. Inglis. We called him the Merry Mailman. He delivered every envelope with the warmest of smiles. I would meet him in the streets of our neighborhood, especially during summer, As he made his daily rounds. He was also my baseball coach. So we..

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Physical mis-education: Bilingual story

The French version of this excerpt from my book titled My Time with You Has Been Short but Very Funny follows the English. The French version of the book will be published in a very few weeks. Stay tuned! La version française de cet extrait de mon livre Le temps passé avec vous fut bref..

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Instagram…a lament

  Instagram…a lament   I’m a fledgling pseudo writer, At most just a flash in the pan, I’m a decrepit low tech old geezer, But I’m told I need Instagram.   My book has very few readers, I’m not but an also-ran, But young people contend that the solution, Is a presence on Instagram.  ..

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