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The Write Spot for a Writer to Write

Thu, 05/02/2019 - 12:11 -- Phyllis Humby

Every man needs his getaway, or more appropriately his hideaway. Hubby laid claim to the entire unfinished basement of the new house for his Man Cave. Go for it, I told him. Creating this  mantuary kept him occupied all winter. A busy man is a happy man. That’s a saying, right? In our house it is.

I didn’t want a sprawling space to spend my private time. I preferred a cozy little nest. A coveted corner for me to write and read. Eyeing the small guest room, I knew I’d found it. Now we were both on a mission.

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Break from writing to write

Mon, 02/04/2019 - 08:39 -- Phyllis Humby

Seven years! It’s hard to believe even for me, but I’ve submitted a column to First Monday every month for the past seven years.

Some of you have asked where I get my ideas. Well, they come from everyday life experiences. And yes, it’s all true. You’ve made me aware that you experience the same embarrassments, frustrations, anxieties, joy, and depression that I write about each month.

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It’s all in the write interpretation

Fri, 01/04/2019 - 13:38 -- Phyllis Humby

Happy New Year! How many of you are thinking, Okay this year I’m going to get it right. I’m going to nail it! Well, good luck with that. No, seriously. The last day of the year fills most of us with nostalgia, but for some the focus is on the beginning of a new year. It’s a do-over of sorts – a renewal of promises, hopes, and interesting developments.

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The write lipstick is a start

Mon, 12/03/2018 - 11:16 -- Phyllis Humby

It’s a red lipstick kind of day. I have to put my best face forward…or is that my best foot forward. If that’s the case, I should don those pointy-toed impossibly high-heeled bodacious sparkly-hued shoes – but alas they went to Value Village when I realized the wearing of pointy-toed impossibly high-heeled bodacious sparkly-hued shoes is a thing of my past. It’s a matter of balance. Sort of like my centre of gravity has shifted over the years. Pity. Where was I?

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Our future lies in the write cards

Tue, 11/06/2018 - 10:32 -- Phyllis Humby

If anything weird is going to happen, you can bet my sister is with me. Together we attract the bizarre. Usually it’s a laughable situation. Just picture Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory and you get the idea. The occurrences are not as frequent. Remembering past escapades, we would never risk going anywhere without a full tank of gas and a GPS. And don’t forget the cell phone. As for travelling by plane together – or cruise ship for that matter – optimist that I am, I’d still have to prepare for the worst.

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The write approach to fall

Fri, 09/28/2018 - 15:46 -- Phyllis Humby

Fall is my favourite season. Yada, yada yada. How many times do you hear that? Sure the leaves change colour with an ooh and an aah. The air is crisp. That dastardly humidity is gone and I’m no longer a soggy mess. That’s a blessing. But this year, more than any other, I’m reluctant to say goodbye to summer. Strange, since I’m always up for a new season … or a day of shopping…or an invitation to dinner. Just saying. Normally, I thrive on change, so I’m puzzled that I’m nurturing that last blooming flower.

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Not the write time killer

Fri, 06/29/2018 - 15:45 -- Phyllis Humby

Last summer she took up smoking. Ya gotta be kidding me. Just when the rest of the world has quit or are trying to quit. But there’s no reasoning with her. She’s a stubborn eighty-year-old. That’s right – eighty!

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What’s to remember if it all goes write

Fri, 06/01/2018 - 08:03 -- Phyllis Humby

Maybe it was all the hoopla over the royal wedding and the fact that I was trying to come up with a column that turned my thoughts to an envelope I received in the mail a few years back. It contained a typewritten note – when was the last time you saw a typewritten note – suggesting I write a column on weddings. He went on to relate a story of an old chum who was locked in his bedroom on the day of his wedding some sixty years earlier. It was probably the storyteller who did the key-turning but the confession was only slightly visible between the lines.


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