I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I was tired, feverish, losing my voice. That night, I’d had the audacity to ask for help with the boys at bedtime. His words stung; I was very angry. But I was smiling as I swished his toothbrush in the toilet. Michelle is an award-winning author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Happy Valentine’s Day
Is it finally over? Whatever this was? Not dating, not friendship… It’s giving me pause. I am angry. Hurt. But not that upset. I wonder, was it love? And will I forget? Not that long ago, I seem to recall, Still had that nice flutter feeling, Do you? At all? Michelle is an award-winning author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Is it Finally Over?
I knew this guy once who said you should never give a watch to anyone you care about. “Because your relationship will have a time limit.” I thought nothing of it. Since then, however, I have given watches to several people that I no longer want to know. It works. Michelle is an award-winning author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Are You Superstitious?
Just one more cookie, she thinks. Just one more. Life is short. May as well enjoy it. Where’s the harm? She has no way of knowing that when she’s 40 years old, her seven-year-old son will say she weighs a thousand pounds when she leans over to kiss him goodnight. Michelle is a contributing author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: One More
Happy New Year! Another resolution to make; another resolution to break… Perhaps this year will be different? Probably not. Yet, as 2017 rolls into 2018, I am mostly happy. Never the same, one day to the next. Everyone has bad days… Wandering off the path, hoping it always leads back. Michelle is a contributing author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Happy New
The dismembered gingerbread house invades our house every year, and oh how I dread its arrival. Pieces requiring assembly, that do not ever stay where they are supposed to stay, no matter how much icing is applied. Now there is a Haunted House and an Easter Cottage. Oh, the humanity! Michelle is a contributing author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: The Gingerbread House
This odd can of fungus in water was my mother’s choice, strangely symbolic of my life growing up. She could take any good thing, any proud moment, and tear it into pieces, leaving fragments of a once happy child. I was 14 before I knew mushrooms could be bought fresh. Michelle is a contributing author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Pieces and Stems
Filthy concrete stairs. The stench of urine and vomit drifts upward with growing intensity. Reaching the steel door at the bottom, you open it swiftly, because you have been holding your breath. Stepping over beer cans, cigarette butts and used needles, you wonder, “Why don’t I just take the streetcar?” Michelle is a contributing author … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: Underground Parking
“He fell. Hard. We’ve called 911.” I was terrified. His eyes were closed. “What happened?” “Severe concussion,” they say. Serious head trauma. “CT is clear. No bleed. He needs rest.” No contact sports. No TV. No colouring. “Physical and cognitive rest.” How do I possibly keep a six-year-old boy still? Michelle is a freelance writer; … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: In His Head
I wake to familiar tapping on my fingers. I live with my family of five and seven others. Among the seven are a young girl and a grumpy old man. He says he belongs. She looks for her mum. No cupboards flapping; it’s not your cliché haunting. This isn’t Hollywood. Michelle is a freelance writer … Continue reading MICHELLE DINNICK: A Day in My Life