I found out yesterday (though I kinda already knew) that I'd not made the long list for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Literary Non-Fiction Prize this year. I thought this one had some real potential. Anyway, I present it here for you ne'er do wells to judge. How I Spent My Mayan Apocalypse When I was … Continue reading Well, I liked It
An old friend/coworker of my late husband is undertaking an ambitious endeavor to hike the Bruce Trail end to end in 30 days. He’s named his hike, PTSD HIKING 4HEROES.
He has established a GoFundMe in that name and hopes to raise funds to secure training as a Forest Therapy guide, as well as establish a forest therapy program for first responders / former first responders fighting with PTSD.
He is, once again, carrying my husband’s coffee mug on his journey, as he’d previously done in his hikes in both BC and the East coast. I delivered the mug to him and with mixed emotion, gave him my blessings on his new journey.
Doing this sort of thing is quite difficult for me, entrusting my late husband’s memory to another feels like I’m betraying his trust in me as his wife to care for and memorialize him in the most…
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