my tragic right hip

My garden used to be full of these coneflowers. The were always the first to come up in the spring and their bright purple colour made me very happy. I love it when there’s something so unbelie...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2021/06/25/on-resiliance/

Friday. How did that happen? Behind, behind, behind, that’s the pitter-patter that’s been in my brain all week–I’m so very behind. Behind in getting our taxes organized (they were still f...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2021/06/18/on-aging-friendships/

Watching my son balance against the wall (even though this picture is a few months old now) feels like an apt visual metaphor for the past week. The hours are long but the days are short, and eve...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2021/06/08/handstands-and-heartstands/

As the world prepared to enter into its second winter of lockdown, I knew that I couldn’t continue in the same vein for another year. We’ve coped well, I think, our family unit, from finding ...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2021/06/04/on-beginning-again/

Yesterday was the first day of spring, and it’s still very cold outside. The heat is still up high, and we’re still wearing sweaters, although I have given up my boots. I will take my cold to...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2018/03/21/nothing-is-ever-easy/

My kidneys are spilling protein. For any of us with kidney disease, or having your kidneys impacted by another disease, you can understand what this means. It’s a sign that they’re not workin...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2018/03/01/3-protein-doctoring-in-the-modern-age/

This is my favourite moss. It’s a spot just up off the driveway of our cottage, set back into the woods a bit, near a bit of a clearing. I walk to it, by it, all the time, when heading out on a...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2018/02/23/2394/

I’m sitting at work, contemplating getting my lunch, and thinking about how to re-start doing something you haven’t done in a long while. How do you re-ignite a relationship that’s fallen f...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2018/02/21/where-even-to-begin-again/

While I was in graduate school, in a pitch of desperation during a flare-up of my Wegener’s, I made a list of accomplishments–not current, but what I wanted out of life. Most of them were typ...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2015/03/25/on-self-publishing-the-work-boyfriend-experiment/

Back when my mother was in high school in Mississauga, at Gordon Graydon, she wore a kilt–the one on the attached photo. She’s standing on the far end, next to my grandmother, and both great-...

https://tragicrighthip.com/2015/01/16/the-one-with-the-kilt/