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Saturday, January 17, 2026

Found in the Clutter

 

“A diagnosis is important 

but it is not a person……..”


Exciting words scribbled

on a note left midst clutter

 ~ an anchor in my life. 


Diagnoses tucked neatly 

into a fold of my brain, 

while my vertebrae curve


And life goes on whether 

or not I fret and worry…

gratitude keeps me upright and calm


“[A] person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart.”

 ~ SharonM. Draper, educator

Friday, January 16, 2026

Lost til Tomorrow

frayed sentences drift


a word ~ maybe two


for something I’ll write later 


vanished in pumpkin soup 


bubbling on the stove, 


in the flour and nuts for 


bread dough rising; 


in the brutal wind, 


on my way to take out the trash


scribbled down on a note 


lost on the kitchen table.


I’ll clear off the table tomorrow………


“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. 

Learn from it…tomorrow is a new day.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Book Review: Dandelion by Jamie Chai Yun Liew

Such a poignant and eye-opening read! The opening page is Lily, pregnant and reminiscing about her mother, rubbing her ankle just as her mother had years before. Set in Sparwood, B.C., Ah Loy, Lily’s father works in the mine and is content with his life in Canada. Swee Hua, his wife is very unhappy with Canada. Moving from China, to Brunei and finally immigrating to British Columbia, they settled in mining community of Sparwood. Their children, Lily and Bea, were born in Canada making Ah Loy very proud. He had been stateless in both China and Brunei. Swee Hua does not share his feelings, and seems to be from a different class. Their dialects are different, even within their Chinese neighbourhood: Hakka, Hokkein, Cantonese and Mandarin often indicating class. Jamie Chai Yun Liew has filled this story with issues of immigration, Chinese heritage and the many dialects, family secrets, motherhood, racism and mixed cultures, all seen through Lily’s eyes as a child, then a wife and a new mother. 


Swee Hua deserted the family when Lily was 11. No note and all her things gone. When Ah Loy looked for his wife with many calls to his family in Brunei, and in the surrounding Sparwood area there was no trace. 


Lily is left with the nagging question of what happened to cause her mother to leave them. She carries it with her through her life, even concerned that it was something she may have done or not done. This while her sister Bea was just angry with their mother. Lily preferred learning her husband John’s Ukrainian culture and didn’t want anything to do with anything Chinese, while her sister respected and enjoyed their Chinese cultures. 


Lily especially missed her mother when her daughter was born. Her Auntie Choo Neo, Ah Loy’s sister, took on many of the responsibilities but purposely tried not to replace Swee Hua. She accompanied John and Lily, and their baby, Leonida, in an extended search for her mother, Swee Hua. The conversations that Lily and Auntie Choo Neo had on the plane both there and back struggled through the emotions of the past and whether they would find Swee Hua.


None of these details are skimmed over to include them all. The pacing of this very textured story is steady and comfortable. This story, complete with Chinese characters at the beginning of each chapter, is beautifully written. 


“It was as if they were pollen that was lifted by the wind 

and landed in this place when the air quieted, unplanned, 

unprepared, planting themselves in soil they did not choose.”

~ Jamie Chai Yun Liew, Dandelion



Title: Dandelion

Author: Jamie Chai Yun Liew


Cover and Text Design: Jazmin Welch

Cover and Interior Art: Ophelia Liew


Edited by: Catharine Chen and Shirarose Wilensky


Copyright: 2022

Publisher: Arsenal Pulp Press

Type: Fiction

Format: Soft Cover

ISBN: 9781551528816

Canadiana (ebook): 20210390816

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Something

 

I have to think of something,
something intellectual ,

something sparkling with wit,
something with depth 
                and substance.

But all I can think of is
the slippers on my feet,

the cat curled up in his favourite chair,
the hum of the dishwasher,

the photos of family on the ledge above the fireplace
On second thought ~ they are

the brilliant somethings I was yearning for
Family and home, comfort and warmth.

“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
~ Dr. Seuss

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

How Important is It?





Sunlit


Distracted by the growth


The flight of stairs long, 


the day was hot but 


there would be days 


when green would turn to brown, 


snow and ice would coat the stairs


climbing to the top ~

   difficult, 

     unlikely


how important was my goal? 


find another way!


chip, chip, chip at the ice to make the stairs safe?


oh, just let it all go!


or


find warm and cosy for me and my pen


how important is my goal?


“Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished 

by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.”

~ Dale Carnegie, writer

(1888 ~ 1955)

Monday, January 12, 2026

Dreamshapes



All I wanted was one word.


Just one word to begin 


a string of words, 

   a sentence, 

      a paragraph 


to shape yesterday

   to shape today

      to shape tomorrow 


Yesterday’s shape?

   A full circle morning til night


Today’s shape?

   Circle ~ not yet complete

    Yet filled with reading, walking and home.


Tomorrow?

   Full of clear and cloudy skies

      Stories to tell and be told


All I wanted was one word. 


“There are not many original shapes or silhouettes

 ~ only a million variations.”

~ Charles James, designer

(1906 ~ 1978)

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Just One More Bite

Tasty treats tempt us 


to snack; 


to nibble a nut; 


to sneak an extra treat,


to take just one more bite, 


to bake a cake…or cookies, 


to lick icing from our fingers, 


to eat ice cream right out of the container


(Of course, will power always prevails!)


“I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it.”

~ Mae West, actress

(1898 - 1980)