Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

What does a Mother Look Like

Posted on May 10, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

Thus far, a flower store I often use sent me a reminder about flowers. West Jet told me what my mother most wanted was a trip (I’d say she took her final and perpetual vacation in December of 2014, but … Continue reading →

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Need Help

Posted on May 2, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

When I wrote about the break in, I told all of you that I would order a replacement bracelet for Gabe. Except I can’t. the website still exists, but repeated inquiries and requests have gone unanswered. So I did a … Continue reading →

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Fell In Love, Walked Away

Posted on April 30, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I don’t know what your superpower is. Mine is getting in the longest line and finding bookstores. I find bookstores . . . everywhere. I walk down the street in not my hometown and I look in windows and hey, … Continue reading →

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Carry you With Me

Posted on April 11, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I tell people that politics is a family sport. My grandfather, my mother, me. I apparently (I don’t remember this) door knocked in my first election when I was 5. I don’t remember the first one, but I remember many … Continue reading →

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Winners and Losers

Posted on March 25, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

One of my colleagues asked me if I won. Can I tell you the truth? A long time ago, a younger version of me stood in front of God and her friends and her family and promised until death do … Continue reading →

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The Extra Voice in My Head

Posted on March 18, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

In November, when I last saw him, my neurologist pointed out that I have had MS for 5 years now and not running anymore, well, that’s kinda what happens. He sorta shrugged and said “yeah, sorry Kiddo. That happens with … Continue reading →

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Millimetres of Mercury

Posted on March 10, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

It boggles my mind a bit, they measure blood pressure in millimetres of mercury. As in, your blood pressure is 120/70, means that on an old fashioned sphygmomanometer the measurement they take when they hear your heart beat stop (or … Continue reading →

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Emails about Slippers

Posted on March 5, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

My left slipper has gone missing. I thought it was perhaps under the bed, but no, it has gone on some sort of fantastic adventure. It has not sent a post card with an expected return date. I live in … Continue reading →

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What I Learned from a Cake

Posted on February 18, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I spent a good chunk of last Thursday, when not ordering a mojito or reading a trashy novel, thinking about someone baking a cake. I should back up and bring the rest of you along with me. The Thursday before … Continue reading →

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When I get Older

Posted on February 11, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

With a bit of exasperation, after I’d said I couldn’t remember the name of the resort I was staying at, I had no side trips planned, I wasn’t going to Chichen Itza or Tulum, wasn’t going to golf – a … Continue reading →

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