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In this episode, I talk about the May 24 long weekend and the first unofficial start to the summer season. I also talk about how you sometimes forget to be grateful for where you live and how awesome it is it be from Newfoundland and Labrador. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I talk about how you should still be happy even if it rains because it can make you feel completely alive. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I talk about being Author of the Month, being published, and sending out my annual wish for my daughter, hoping she will one day return to my heart. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I take you for a ride in the car. Buckle up and let’s see what spring stories I have for you on the road. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I take advantage of having a yarn with my podcast audience. Catch up and chat about how awesome we all are. Life is tough, so it’s nice to talk about the struggle. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Our neighbour. The guy the landlord said lives across from us in the adjoining apartment. Have you met him?
Ah…no, I don’t think so. Why?
Oh, nothing. I was just thinking today about how strange it is that we’ve been in our new place for three months, and both of us have yet to lay a single eye on him. Don’t you think that’s a tad odd?
No, not really. Maybe this guy likes keeping to himself. He could work shitty hours opposite us or something. Who knows. Yeah, I guess. But you would think we would have seen him coming or going at some point. His front door closing here or there.
Baby, you are being weird and uncharacteristically nosy. Who cares? Look, I am completely cool with not getting to know our neighbours. I hate those annoying stop-and-talks. Besides, shit’s tangly when people get too all up in your business. That’s the whole reason we moved. We hate people remember.
All I am saying is that I find it odd. I haven’t seen him in the laundry room, I’m there almost every other day. Both of us check the communal mailboxes coming in and going out, no sign of him there, either, and his mailbox is right next to ours.
Ah, there’s that weird again, babe.
Plus, it’s not only his door, I also haven’t heard anything coming from his apartment. Nothing. It’s always quiet over there.
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In this episode, I talk about how important it is to tell yourself how proud you are of yourself. Other people rock but so do you. I also give you a glimpse of a day in the life of Bartender Ash with a memory-inspired tale. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I talk about a bad day, and if it’s paired with a bunch of snow, an even worse day. But with the bad comes the good and the more good, the better. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Before Ben Coleman could finish his f-bomb, or the joint he was pulling back on, the sky had begun to fill with people. Popping up all over the place. As far as his eyes could see, human beings appeared everywhere. First, one by one, then two by two, now it seems they’re multiplying by ten at a time. Suspended off the ground about a hundred feet or more, all spaced out sort of evenly. He slowed his car to a stop to get a grip on what was happening. This couldn’t be real. He looked momentarily at the bag of weed sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Pausing a second thinking maybe he was high. Baked on his uncle’s homegrown stuff. It wouldn’t be the first time. His uncle’s gear was always sort of “use at your own risk.” Thinking this, he figured it was another reason to pull over. See if he could come down a bit from his buzz and get his head straight. The people kept coming and it wasn’t long before he realized it wasn’t weed. He was buzzed for sure, but this was as real as it gets and now he was freaking out. His buzz was just making it worse.