Canadians and others have been shaken by the recent grim discovery of the remains of 215 children buried at the former Kamloops, B.C. Indian Residential School, and a further 751 unmarked graves at the former Marieval Indian Residential School in Saskatchewan.
These shocking numbers will certainly grow as other First Nations communities gain access to ground-penetrating radar to confirm their long-held beliefs that unmarked graves exist at many of the more than 130 government-funded, church-run boarding schools Canada set up in the 19th century to assimilate Indigenous children.
We Canadians shouldn’t be surprised at this horrific news. The final report…
My husband, never one to come home from Costco empty-handed, has outdone himself. He just brought home a new girlfriend and installed her in our kitchen.
As women go, she’s not taking up a lot of space. She’s claimed a small corner of the counter, setting up shop inside his newly purchased Google Nest. Like the perfect 1950s housewife, this gal knows her place. Tucked away within the Nest’s digital display screen, she speaks only when spoken to, yet stands ready to respond to her master’s every whim.
“Hey Google, give me directions to Costco,” he says to test her.
As an adult, whenever Mother’s Day rolled around, there I’d be: wandering up and down the greeting card aisles. Just another shopper. Me, who once wrote greeting card verse for a living!
Well, it wasn’t much of a living. Initially I got paid by the line so I’d write really long, schmaltzy poems. But I did love that job — especially writing condolence cards. Turns out I’m at my best when someone’s deceased. I can come up with scads of sympathetic things to say.
Birthday greetings are more challenging. Since most people have many decades of birthdays, writers must supply…
Once, after an evening of humorous storytelling, an audience member asked me: “Judy, were you born funny?”
I could have given a straight answer (uhh …. nope). But as a lifelong klutz, it was more fun to pretend to misunderstand the question:
. . . Was I born funny?? Uhh …well, when my mother told me I was a breech birth, it came as no surprise. I vaguely recall tumbling around in utero, trying to get my head part aimed down. My left knee had gotten hooked over my right elbow. …
I was pumped when I learned this video performance (below) won first prize in the Charleston International 2020 Talent show. I deflated a bit when saw I was the ONLY ENTRY in my “Humorous Storytelling” category. Ha ha. Way to go, Judy!
But hey, a win is a win. I’ll take it. And so should you, if you can turn the lemons life hands you into storytelling lemonade. In this case, my “lemon” was my L-1 vertebra. It fractured and then further collapsed, making for months of misery. Then came back surgery and, eventually, physiotherapy. What to make of all…
OMG. My first Millar LITE post was barely hours old when I saw it. Ev Williams had not only read my “ Welcome” post — he’d HIGHLIGHTED the part where I said, “I’m old.” Ev LIKED that! My old-ness is FINALLY working for me!! hahahaha
“If Millar LITE doesn’t serve beer, why should I stick around?”