Keri-lee Griffiths
Photo by Rakicevic Nenad on Pexels.com I’ve started to write this five times and deleted it four. Deep breath. This is a great start. Is it a bit dramatic? Perhaps it’s a bit ominous. It has the same feel as the message that says: Call me, we need to talk. Your stomach and heart trade... Continue Reading →
Photo by Furkan Yavuz on Pexels.com That was a rough night. The first real storm of the season blew through and rattled the windows, snapped some trees, and wiped out the electricity for half the population. There were loud crashes in the darkness, and my building shivered in grim anticipation. Which way were those trees... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com I’m sitting in the hospital cafeteria eating an egg salad sandwich with dubious origins. It’s not that bad for hospital food. I shouldn’t complain. I haven’t eaten since six o'clock last night, and it’s almost noon. At this point, any food is good food, and my tummy is thanking... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I’m staring at a blank page and a blinking curser. It’s mocking me or silently judging my typing abilities. Are you going to write something? Anything? Tippy-type away, my dear. Why did I open this document? What made me think this was a good idea? I don’t have anything to... Continue Reading →
Photo by Renato on Pexels.com Let’s start by stating the obvious. I’ve been gone for a long time. Before that, my posts were inconsistent at best. They will probably continue to be that way for the foreseeable future. I know, I should do better, and promise I’ll be here every week, but that would be... Continue Reading →
Photo by Luis Miguel P. Bonilla on Pexels.com I hate to brag. Well, that’s not entirely true. Who hates bragging? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t enjoy a braggadocios moment. We might feel self—conscious about it, but secretly we’re kinda giddy. There’s a bubble of excitement sitting in the sternum. It would rupture if not... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com One foot in front of the other. Slow and steady. Loose stones crunch beneath my feet. It’s still warm out, but there’s a breeze rustling the leaves. It’s taking the edge off the setting sun. How is it still this hot at— what time is it— 8:50 PM? Whew, that... Continue Reading →
Photo by Josh Hild on Pexels.com It’s been a hot minute. My bad, but I can’t apologize with any amount of sincerity. The Canuck in me is screaming “Sorry,” but I'll resist my natural tendencies. After all, if you can’t be honest on the internet, where can you do it? So, to strive for transparency,... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffihs It’s a few minutes before 10 AM on a sunny Tuesday morning, and I have nothing to do. All of my plans and responsibilities fell through or have been postponed. My time is my own for the next few hours, and I'm left with a bit of a quandary. What do... Continue Reading →
Photo by Valentin Antonucci on Pexels.com *Originally written: August 2022* Where are they? Come on, I know they’re here somewhere. They have to be here. They couldn’t walk out on their own. How old did that make me sound? Damn it, where did I put my hiking boots? It’s been too long since I laced... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Cripple 