Keri-lee Griffiths
Photo by Hassan OUAJBIR on Pexels.com I can barely keep my eyes open. My body is begging for sleep. It’s a desperate need that verges on panic, but I swallow it down, take a deep breath, and keep going. As much as I want it—no, need it— the sweet release of slumber will have to... Continue Reading →
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 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 RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com Being locked inside for a couple of months has been about as much fun as it sounds. At first, it’s not bad— despite the side effects of powerful immune-killing drugs— and it feels a little naughty. It feels like I’m committing a crime by lounging around all day.... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths *Originally written in January before my latest health shenanigans sidelined my adventures* I wasn’t expecting much, to be honest, but I promised myself I’d go out and do something. One of the reasons I’m doing this thing, writing these words, is to get my behind out of my comfy bubble. The... 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 →
The Wandering Cripple 