Author Archives: Lynette

A Shift In The Universe

I have been living in a topsy turvy world for a week. This election delivered so many enormous emotions, newly discovered truths, and paradigm shifts I have had a difficult time unravelling them all. We all have certain truths we … Continue reading

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Just When I Thought I Couldn’t Shed Another Tear

Oh Leonard…I knew your time was near. I first fell in love with you years ago in an art gallery in Montreal. As I slowly drifted around, looking at paintings, I heard this magnificent voice and that was it for … Continue reading

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The Beautiful Things Of Life

I don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains. -Anne Frank When I opened my vintage shop this morning, it was with a weary and aching heart. It felt like such an effort to do … Continue reading

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I Am Building My Own Damn Wall

I am heartsick and devastated. I have always thought that there was more love in the world than hate but I found out differently tonight. It’s going to take me some time to get used to this new reality. I … Continue reading

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You Don’t Get To Take This Away From Me

You don’t get to take this away from me. You just DON”T. I won’t let you. I won’t let you diminish the joy I will feel when Hillary Clinton becomes the first woman president of the United States. I don’t … Continue reading

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My Father Is Batman And It’s Terribly Terribly Wrong

My 84-year-old Dad dressed up as Batman for Halloween last night and there’s a big part of me that thinks that’s the best thing ever. Seriously. How cool is that? He was visiting his grandsons in Colorado and they were … Continue reading

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A Visit From Cackle

There once was a witch Named Cackle, Who liked to eat fingers for breakfast, Big toes were delightful for brunch, ear lobes perfect For a midnight snack. Her tastes were peculiar, No soft flesh for her, She liked a satisfying … Continue reading

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