Saturday, December 19, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
|I feel pretty, oh, so pretty!|
All wired up so the experts can analyze what goes on while I sleep.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
|Blurry photo, but it's the best I could do. There was absolutely no way of getting Snoopy into the picture with them.|
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Despite all the best hopes and wishes, Rex's adoption has fallen through. Less than one hour with the family was enough to tell them that he was not a good fit. But they regrouped and made it through the night. In the morning, they reached a difficult conclusion that they would have to give Rex up.
Friday, November 13, 2015
|This is Mabel. She needs a home.|
If you're interested in adopting her, contact email@example.com
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
|This picture has nothing to do with this post. But the post is a bit of a downer, so I figure you might need a kitten.|
I want to help you develop your compassion. I know you have some -- you share gut-wrenching stories of helpless animals, veterans, disabled people. But with the next breath you share a post about how we don't "owe" anyone anything, that people in need are not "entitled" to support.
I'm guessing that you have at least average intelligence (IQ between 85 and 115) and that your household earns an average income ($76,510 in Ontario). You are probably not aware that this means half of the people around you have lower IQ than you, and half of the households learn less -- even far less -- than that.
Further, I'm guessing you grew up in a family that celebrated birthdays and seasonal feasts, that you have taken a vacation at least once in your life. You have some post-secondary education for which you did not have to go into deep debt, either because of scholarships or family help.
You were not orphaned at a young age or placed in foster care. You did not drop out of school because you were unable to read by age 14 and there was no one to diagnose or support a learning disability. You do not have trouble understanding online instructions and application forms. You did not get fired from job after job because you failed to live up to your potential when learning disabilities got in the way of performance.
You have never been so neglected or abused that the first time you ever felt happy was when you did crack for the first time. And you spent the next decade trying to kick the habit.
You do not have to choose between going to work or leaving your six-year-old home alone because you can't afford childcare. You do not wake up in the wee hours flashing back to the rape. You don't have to choose between going to work or going to your desperately-needed (free, if you're lucky and don't mind the two-year waiting list) therapy appointment to help deal with PTSD or mental illness.
You have not had to leave everything you own in order to escape an abusive relationship. You have not made the choice to go on welfare so you can finally have that abscessed tooth yanked, which you could not afford to do on minimum wage even working two part-time jobs (because neither offers supplemental health benefits).
You haven't had to lie to your child's teacher that your child was sick the day of the class field trip, when really you couldn't afford the $10 fee. You haven't pretended to forget about the list of things your child is required to bring on the first day of school, when really you just couldn't afford the $40. You haven't done your child's back-to-school shopping at Value Village, hoping that the clothes would make it through the school year and wouldn't look too second-hand.
You haven't had to do this for years in a row, to the point that you feel defeated every August.
You haven't sold the last remaining thing you inherited from your mother so that you could feed your children. You haven't woken at three in the morning to work a second job so that you could pay the mortgage and feed the children. You haven't made pancakes for dinner six nights in a row because all you had left in the house was flour and eggs.
You probably have a "positive attitude" and do well in job interviews. You are likable. You don't stammer or say awkward things or have sweaty palms and avoid eye contact because that makes you profoundly uncomfortable. You don't get turned away from "McJobs" because you "don't fit in" even though you look "normal."
You've never had to choose between antibiotics for your baby's ear infection and food for the family.
You've never had to figure out how you'll gather the deposit to rent an apartment in a nicer neighbourhood so your kid can go to a better school and hang out with other kids who are a better influence.
I do not doubt that there are people who "milk the system," but for every one of those there are one hundred who are doing their absolute best to keep body and soul together. They are parents. They are children.
There are a million reasons why people need social assistance, some for a short period to help them over a hump, others for a much longer time because the problems they have are not transient. Those of us who have the blessings of health, education, intelligence, and, yes, wealth, should be ashamed to show anything less than compassion for those who need our support.
You, my friend, are the one who seems to feel entitled.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
|View across a lake toward Mont Tremblant, Quebec.|
This panoramic picture is actually made up of about 14 vertical photographs combined.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
|Rex on left; Kane on right.|
As a parent, one of the first things you learn with your second child is that, oh my god, each of them is beyond unique. They may come from the same end of the gene pool, but the differences can be profound. How much more dramatic are the differences when they aren't even siblings! The same is true of dogs, of course. Each is unique. Here are the things we've quickly discovered about Kane, our forever dog, and Rex, our foster dog.
Monday, October 19, 2015
|Rex, whose name means "king."|
Don't we sound just like a couple discussing having another baby?
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
|Photo by Cathy Walters Photography. If you live in Colorado Springs, look her up.|
Monday, September 28, 2015
|Approximately one foot between the tires and the edge of the driveway.|
Friday, September 25, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
My husband and light of my life, Stephen, is able to fall asleep (most nights) within about three minutes of his head hitting the pillow. On the other hand, until recently, I routinely tossed and turned for literally hours. At least once a week I just gave up and went downstairs to read.
Recently, however, I have discovered a trick that works for me and might just help my fellow sleep-impaired friends.
Monday, September 21, 2015
|My space (I need to get a picture of our dog Kane up there).|
Thursday, September 17, 2015
|The icon for the Health app on the iPhone|
The first one could save your life; the second could save you time or stress.
Monday, September 7, 2015
|(The tomato is hiding.)|
Hot, sticky weather like this calls for negligible cooking in the house.
This hot spell is killing me. Today the thermometer read 32 degrees Celsius in the shade. IN THE SHADE! And that doesn't even account for humidity. So there was no way I was about to fry, roast, or simmer anything in the kitchen, which leaves: grilling and salad.
Friday, September 4, 2015
|Photo by Tony Luciani, entitled "Internal Reflection" |
Of it, the Canadian artist says, "Dementia tears you in half.
Both are her and of her, many years apart, but together in her mind."
See more of his art and an interview on SLR Lounge.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
|Kilchurn Castle, Loch Awe, Scotland|
More reasons why Scotland needs to be on our vacation bucket list on EarthPorm
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Dorothea. She came from a family that was not wealthy, but was hard-working and lived comfortably. When she was very young, she had had a charming prettiness, but as she grew to be a young woman, her mother saw that her beauty was radiant and felt that Dorothea was in danger and so convinced her that she was unlovely and unlovable. Each day that Dorothea looked in the mirror, she heard her mother's words, and her reflection changed so that her hair lost its silky curl and became dull, her skin flaked with dryness and had no colour, and her eyes became cold and hard. In time, she herself said the words, "I am unlovely and unlovable," and looked in the mirror to see hair like broomstraw, skin rough and patchy and eyes that pierced the soul.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
|Kane in the back seat, on our way to the Kingston Sheep Dog Trials.|
Every August there is a Sheep Dog Trial held just outside of Kingston at Grass Creek Park, and most years (even when we didn't have a dog), we've tried to make it there.
Monday, August 10, 2015
Recently, the hashtag #TenThingsNotToSayToAWriter went viral on Twitter. I read a selection of the tweets in the CBC Books article, and laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh, how I laughed. I even shared the link on Facebook along with a comment that there should be a parallel hashtag #TenThingsNotToSayToAPhotographer.Have you tried to get published? #TenThingsNotToSayToAWriter— Baratunde (@baratunde) July 28, 2015
And then, the next day, someone who was interested to hear that I'd attended a writing camp asked "So, have you been published?" and I laughed again before answering.
Friday, August 7, 2015
|Saint Basil's Cathedral in Moscow looks like something out of a Roald Dahl book. |
Bird's-eye view panoramic photography by Sergey Semenov
See more of his work on his website AirPano.com.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Gail Anderson-Dargatz (a.k.a. Gail Krupp) with me at the Providence Bay Writers' Camp.
Writers are very fun -- and funny -- people.
I loved loved loved my week at writers' camp. We had so much laughter around that table! But the greatest surprise of the entire week was what happened on our last evening together when I lobbed a gentle pun to my classmates (six other writers and our teacher) as we lounged on the patio before doing our public readings (eek!).
Monday, August 3, 2015
Perhaps the greatest pleasure of retirement has been the ability to do things (for the most part) when I feel like it, when the mood strikes. The greatest pitfall of retirement, however, is the ability to procrastinate so long that nothing gets done because I'm too busy waiting for the mood to strike. Today, I'm sharing a couple of tools to help you -- whether you're retired or not! -- avoid procrastination and become more productive.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
|Putting on the collar. (I'm in love with that little flick of his tongue.)|
When I signed up for the Providence Bay Writers' Camp, I learned that the gorgeous photos on Gail Anderson-Dargatz's website (go take a look; I'll still be here when you come back) were all taken by her husband Mitch Krupp, many of them taken on Manitoulin Island. So I knew I had to bring my camera with me.
Monday, July 27, 2015
|Most of the group at the 2015 Providence Bay Writers' Camp: |
Mark, Wynn Anne, Gail, Dianne, Sonal, and Rosanna. Missing: Meg and Chantal
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
|Don't let those puppy-dog eyes fool you.|
Friday, July 17, 2015
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
|It's stinking hot outside, so here's a picture to bring a little reminder of how it could be: winter on Mount Washington, NH, which experiences "extreme cold, year-round snowfall, dense fog, heavy icing, and exceptional winds are some of Mount Washington's prominent features. The peak isn’t terribly high either — just 6,288 feet — yet it endures some of the planet’s most extreme weather comparable to those experienced on top of Mount Everest or on the South Pole." Read and see more here.|
Welcome to my periodic round-up of things I've found online that make me smile, cry, laugh, think, shout, or drop my jaw.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Poor Audrey II (the voracious blood-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors). I completely identify with her/his appetite. Mine is insatiable. Truly. I can -- and have eaten a full turkey dinner with all the fixings while nursing an infected throat and then, half an hour later, wolfed down pie à la mode.
Monday, July 6, 2015
|February 2015 | The yellow tinge in this photo is because of the lighting, not because of the make up.|
1. I always thought I was pretty good at doing my own make-up, but I had room for improvement. (I now pay more attention to my eye brows.)
2. My eyes really 'popped' with the techniques a professional used.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
|This post is about 'things' I can't live without. If it were about 'people' these five would top the list.|
This is such a "first-world problems" post, but I figure if it's good enough for Reese Witherspoon, it's good enough for me, so here goes. (These are not necessarily in order of priority.)
Friday, June 26, 2015
|Check out more hauntingly photoshopped illustrations by Karezoid Michal Karcz on 500px.|
Welcome to my periodic round-up of things I've found online that make me smile, cry, laugh, think, shout, or drop my jaw.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
|During my visit with my mother in April 2015.|
After I'd first greeted her, she made a comment that seemed a non sequitur: "You've never lived alone, have you Wynn Anne?"
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
|Clematis and salvia from our garden.|
I'm seriously contemplating having this picture printed to hang in the dining room.
Monday, June 22, 2015
|My family, on our front lawn, circa 1979.|
My parents were just . . . very productive. (Yay for that work ethic!)
Growing up as the second-youngest in a big family certainly has its pluses and minuses. Here are just a few.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
|Photo from March 2012: me, my mother, her husband|
Monday, June 15, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
|Potential cover for the possible novel I may or may not be writing.|