One Last Petal

Welcome to 2017, all! I recently saw a meme (that of course I can't find) about expectations for the new year. It went something like this: Anxious friend: What do you think 2017 will bring?   Optimistic friend: Flowers. I think it will bring flowers.  Anxious friend: How do you know? How can you be so sure? Optimistic friend: Because I'm planting flowers.  Just a little thought to remind us, that if you want things to get better, sometimes you have to put in a little bit of work and make it better ourselves. Me, I'd like a little less stress in 2017, which generally comes down to how well I've organized my life. To help with this, I've started a bullet journal, which seems to be working pretty well so far. It might just be an excuse to get to use pretty pens, but we'll see how it goes through the year. My latest writing project is centering around a book I got last year: 90 Days till Your Novel. Thus far, I've managed to get up every day before ...

Lest We Forget What do we forget when we remember What are the stories left untold What do we think each November As we march down that glory road As we march down that gory road One hundred million Don’t come home from war Another eight hundred million Who lived to bear its scar Who lived to bear its scar Lest we forget What they were dying for Lest we forget What they were killing for Lest we forget What the hell it was for   What do we forget when we remember… Owen Griffiths The War to End All Wars. The Great War. The War of the Nations. World War One. It's been known by many names over the years, but mostly by the last one. World War One. Signifying that it wasn't the "war to end all wars" after all. Another came after it. And mor...

Today I have a story to tell you guys. I’m a bit of history buff at times and I recently attended a talk given by a local author and researcher regarding a major historical event for this region. I spoke briefly with the author, Janet Maybee, after the presentation. Aside from being quite passionate about her topic, she was very sweet and encouraging, and I’m still fangirling a little bit over meeting a Real Author. You know, one of the Published Ones. But anyway, this is about the story she felt needed to be told, not mine, so, without further ado: December 6, 1917, began like most other mornings in Halifax as the Great War raged on across the seas. People got up and went about their business, doing their part for the war effort, despite the plea in every heart that it would just end. The harbour was particularly busy at this time as hundreds of ships gathered to form convoys, trusting in the safety of numbers to fend off the the horror that lay beneath the Atlantic Ocean - the G...