This is Scratch Fury Slayer of Worlds. Her human (my first son) found her more than ten years ago in the glove box of a Plymouth Fury that was about to go into a car crusher. She is otherwise known as Mommy and is staying with me and my parents right now because my son is between houses, having recently returned from a couple of years on the Sunshine Coast. He is temporarily bunking in with my third son, who has two cats of his own. Number two son also has two cats. So you s

I have been in a slump. I've hardly written a creative word since April (NaPoWriMo, so hard, didn't think I'd get through it). My creative flow gets blocked when I have to extend extra mental effort into survival. Maslow's hierarchy of needs - true that. As a full-time live-in caregiver to my elderly parents, I define my survival as safe, healthy, happy, functioning of the household. This means that my parents medical conditions are stable, I am able to accomplish the daily n

Chilliwack sweet corn Three little boys pulling silk My Dad's golden smile #Haiku #family #Food #Summer

Hello Reader. I realize I am all off schedule here. It seems I am riding in the back seat of my own life at this time. Ironically, the person driving is a small woman who has not actually driven a car in many years. She is, in fact, a vociferous back seat driver. The problem is, she is old, and in poor health, and I owe her my life. You see, she gave my life to me. She is my mother. The fact that I love her does not make the situation easier. Indeed, quite the opposite. In or