‘Twas the season of giving and holiday cheer and all through the town people were gathering near, to be close to their loved ones and hold onto them tight for this season was special with the snow sparkly white. Not too far in a tower a young one did lie, wrapped in tubes and in… Continue reading A Poem
Category: 2019
Dear Jhon,
As a kid I was incredibly shy. As a baby, my mom would take me out around people and I would cry non-stop. I never spoke in school and dreaded being called upon. Even now my body temperature rises considerably when It’s my turn to talk in a meeting or a group setting. But the… Continue reading Dear Jhon,
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It’s About Being Alive
18 years ago I had a heart transplant and I’ve been completely different and exactly the same ever since. Easter, 8 years pre-transplant Not sure what I mean? It’s the beauty of organ donation. We get to live on and be us. For how long? There is a lot of speculation and statistics around this… Continue reading It’s About Being Alive
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You are enough. You can save lives.
We had a booth set up at @Costco in #kanata last night. The Costco community recently lost a family member who was waiting for a compatible #organdonor. They asked us to come so that we might help prevent another #community from losing someone they love unnecessarily. Let’s do this #together. In #Ontario 1500 people are… Continue reading You are enough. You can save lives.
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My Last Week as “Just a Receptionist”
Whenever anyone would ask me a question about myself, I would feel the need to add “just” in front of it. Someone would ask me what I do, and I would answer “I’m just a receptionist”. Someone would ask me what my program in school was “just a general arts degree”. What kind of sports… Continue reading My Last Week as “Just a Receptionist”
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How to kill a plant in less than 5 days
A poor innocent polka dot plant that could have had a better life with someone else until I went into that plant store, plucked it from the fancy green pot it was in where it looked so happy and murdered it in four and a half days. Where does a person go from here?
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A little late in the Season
“It’s a little late in the season!” My dad and I had just gotten to where we store our small sailboat to set it all up when we heard this comment. In the last few years we’ve been through a lot. Family falling ill, needing major surgeries, even myself ending up in the hospital for… Continue reading A little late in the Season
Laura Bradley 