Entries by Tricia

The Ultimate Haircut

Women and their hair. I’ve just booked my next haircut and the dilemma of wondering if it’s time for a change always comes up… luckily for me I have done the ultimate with my hair so anything I do these days pales in comparison… I wrote a story about it… this became the story that […]


My radar has never been wrong. I’m sure this is alarming for most.  I find it a comfort. For years I have been open about being a victim of sexual abuse when I was a child. The topic is not for general conversation but it is interesting how often I make reference to the fact. […]


“I wish Winifred was here listening to this.” It was the only time during the evening I thought I might cry. My oldest client will turn 96 next week.  A truly lovely man and an iconic Vancouverite.  Winifred was his beloved wife.  I am his personal trainer.  We met in the elevator in his building. […]

Morally Wrong

When is laughing at something “morally wrong”, wrong? When my friend uses “hand quotes” to warn me that his next comment or sentence will be “morally wrong”, why do I laugh even harder? Am I morally wrong? When did our society become so politically correct? Or maybe so incorrect? I can sit here in the […]


“I don’t want you to send me a picture of your junk.” I found that sentence scrawled on a scrap of paper with a line crossing it out.  If it’s crossed out that means the story has been written and added into my book. It’s done. Is this what it is to be a writer? […]


Today is Wednesday and blog posting day. Only one word has come to mind. Profound. I am beginning to hate the word. Where did people get the idea I automatically sit down and attempt to write profound musings? Today the pressure was inhibiting. The reality… I tell little stories; I don’t try to be profound […]


My contention is that what happens after you die is none of your business. Still I have prepared for my inevitable death and aftermath as much as I can. I’m a practical person and one of the first in my circle of friends to have a will drawn up.  It seemed like the proper thing […]


She asked, “What stifles you”? That’s a good question. Am I stifled?  My first reaction is nothing stifles me.  But I guess the real deal is that no outside source stifles me.  I’m pretty direct and don’t hold back much.  And who would actually try to stifle me? I don’t think many would try. These […]


This week I will turn 55.  In my mind I officially become old. Don’t bother me with your proclamations that you are only as old as you feel.  Or only as young as you feel.  Rubbish. I’m old. I’ve wished for my own death so many times, to find myself still alive is to say […]

The C-Word

People casually use the F-word these days.  Fuck this, fuck that, fucking hell, he’s a fucker…. You fuck! I find it hard to take when a person you assume never swears uses the word.  It’s a bit of a reality check.  When Mrs. B said it, I laughed.  I never thought of her as a […]