My Self argues with Me too much;. I fight it and I find it fighting me back. We end up meeting in one memory of a memory,. Hidden within the folds of thought;. Looking deep into mine;. Addressing the young Me, the future Me,. She carefully articulates these four simple words,. As they escape her sweet wrinkled lips,. Like they secretly held within them.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011. Side note this is probably why I am so over weight, it takes me 12 -15 minutes to run a mile, other people can do it in a third of that, so I just walk and pretend I was never really trying. The thing is when I try and fail I have a hard time letting it go. Also when I slack off I have a hard time getting back on track.

Where history is oh, so very public. I grew up in Ottawa and luckily had parents and grandparents that enjoyed museums. So, when I heard that the museum was going to tear it all out, I was sad, and went to visit one last time. Good, emotional set up for my review of the renovation.

Tales of the Not So Private I. Mostly, these are short slice of life stories based on my somewhat quirky take on everyday events. Sunday, April 23, 2017. I think I was afraid that I may offend someone. Now I just think it is time that someone with a moderate viewpoint on things speaks up. the world is teetering way too much on the extreme left and right. I hope one or two of these stir something within you. 3 Shaking hands is a lost art.