Keri-lee Griffiths
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 →
Photo by Evan Cameron on Pexels.com I had plans. Fun plans. Go outside and have an adventure sort of plans. Run wild and scream, “Wee,” at the top of my lungs. Okay, scratch that last one. Limp with glee and, if I’m feeling frisky, squeal quietly to myself and hope no one hears. Yeah, that’s... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths There I was, minding my own business, and suddenly my face contorted in a peculiar way. Tugging. Twisting. What was going on? What was happening? Should I be afraid? No, no, I think… You know what? I think they call it a smile? Will wonders never cease! Shock. Gasp. Perhaps this... 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 Rakicevic Nenad on Pexels.com Do you remember your first time? The anticipation. The butterflies in the stomach. Biting your bottom lip and subconsciously attempting to reel in the jolts of nervous energy. Your fingers can’t sit still, and your knee keeps an uneven rhythm. Do they notice? Is it obvious? Play it cool.... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths It feels like a lifetime has passed, but I'm standing in a time capsule. It all looks the same. Nothing has changed at all. The smells and sounds are exactly how I remember them. It's a little louder than it used to be and a bit overwhelming, but the familiarity brings... Continue Reading →
Photo by Stanislav Kondratiev on Pexels.com Well, look at that, we have a new name and a new look. A brand new adventure is beginning. How exciting? Shouldn’t that be an exclamation mark? Sorry, I’m a little rusty. I haven’t written that much in way too long. I’m feeling wobbly. I’m engulfed in a bubble... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Cripple 