PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

To My Alien Abductor Life sucks, life is awesome. Lucky. Didn’t ask to be born. But writing bad poetry. Makes this shit. More fun than a barrel of Monkeys. I’ve had. My ancestors. Would laugh. Because. I think. Well, You only go around once. lofuckingl. Augustine on your pillow. Plato

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PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

To My Alien Abductor Life sucks, life is awesome. Lucky. Didn’t ask to be born. But writing bad poetry. Makes this shit. More fun than a barrel of Monkeys. I’ve had. My ancestors. Would laugh. Because. I think. Well, You only go around once. lofuckingl. Augustine on your pillow. Plato

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cmkl: First solo walk to school

This actually happened Monday, but things were too squirrelly to note it then. However I cannot let this even go unmarked. Lately she’s been walking to school with her next door neighbour and friend C. Which has been great – school is not far, there’s a crossing guard and C.

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cmkl: Achilles tendon

Apparently it is responding well to massage and ultrasound. But I did fail the “lift on one foot without pain test. Once again I can’t say enough good things about Carleton’s sports therapy clinic and Natalie Bélanger who fit me in today at the last minute. Gonna get me some

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cmkl: Nine

Almost a decade. I take a lot of photos of Mallory. And each in each one I see a child who is so grown up. It’s always been like that. One year old Mallory looked “so grown up” – no more infant eyes. All alert and vocalizing. Newly walking. Four

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cmkl: Rite of passage

I got a pound of Bridgehead coffee for Christmas. From Mallory. She slid her debit card into the reader, punched in her PIN and did it, I’m told. I knew she was up for it because the day before, she and I had gone out to the Lindt store to

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