Entries by Tricia
Depression
Tricia, where are you hiding? It’s come again. Everything seems impossible. Why do I even bother. I will only fail. I will always fail. This is what my brain tells me when surrounded by depression. The last five weeks have been hell. I emerge for a few hours or even a day, then fall back […]
30 Years Ago
I got to work early. It was April 2, 1996. Darrel, my boss, called me into the boardroom. He told me they were laying off 17 people at the ad agency. I was one of them. I don’t remember much of what he said, but I know he got teary eyed. We had worked together […]
Boardless, and not bored.
Have you ever been stuck? I was and didn’t even know it. Stuck doesn’t have to mean unhappy or trapped. It can mean many things and they’re not all bad. It’s not a reflection of the people and events around you. You can be happy, in the best circumstances, and stagnation can set in. Most […]
I walk… a lot.
I walk… a lot. To celebrate turning 50 years old, I walked the length of Scotland. 290 kilometers, from Glasgow to Inverness. It took me 13 days to complete Last year, when it was suggested I walk sixty-six thousand steps on my 66th birthday, I did it. This year’s birthday meant I had to do […]
Happy Canadian Day
A few months ago I took a ride of a lifetime. A friend had booked a Via Rail Canadian trip from Vancouver to Toronto. I went along, because taking the train across this country had always been on my bucket list. Now my friend had a Prestige room booked, but let’s get real, I booked […]
Trigger Me
Trigger Me Relax That’s the word my stepfather used before he started in on me. Relax Each and every time. Relax I knew what was coming. Relax I was just a kid. Relax The sexual abuse went on for three years. Before he touched me, he would always tell me to relax. I was […]
Again… What’s Next?
Four years ago I wrote a blog titled “What’s Next?” I had no idea what the future would bring but knew being elected as a Vancouver Park Board Commissioner would be an experience I would never forget. Politics, Covid, meetings, Stanley Park, media interviews, heat domes, golf courses, access, and talking and talking and talking […]
Sandra Third
My mother died on Wednesday. It’s weird to be saying this. It’s strange to be thinking about it. It’s too surreal for my mind to accept. I never met my mother. Well of course, that’s wrong. We met at the hospital on my birthday. Sadly, I will never know what happened that day. Did she […]
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