I grew up in a blue-collar city called Oshawa. It used to be known as "The city that moto-vates Canada" as an homage to our General Motors roots. I grew up on the south side of that city. It was a little rougher, but the people who lived there were and still are, some of [...]
I write under a pen name. That name is Caycie Thompson. Caycie Thompson writes erotica. I write under my own name. That name is Abigail Grimes. Abigail Grimes writes "mainstream" fiction, poetry and Letters to Nowhere; takes snapshots of graffiti and makes remarks about them. Sometimes, I find myself referring to Caycie as though she [...]
Coming soon. Mobile decisions.
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
Note the "Real Feel".... Oh Momma!
It is a cold, windy winter morning here in Ontario. I was motoring along, heading to the 7:03 am train when I noticed a new train in the railyard. New train means new graffiti. When I stopped to take this photo this morning, I was amused. I did not realize it was a warning. "Dun [...]
I gotta tell you, I am so tired lately. I am back to work full time and find myself struggling to stay awake long enough on the train to write one complete sentence; for I know that once I get home, it's a countdown to bedtime. A time, mind you, that seems to be getting [...]
On the first day back to work and school for everyone, I was walking to the train and came face to face with this lovely piece of railcar graffiti. STUN All I could do was agree. In the -10 degree weather with the wind kicking up, I felt every single letter and silently begged the [...]
Today is December 20th and I will be back in the swing of things in exactly 14 days. Between now and then comes Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. And if I am being honest about it, I am not really in the holiday spirit. Having been off work for the [...]
Who knew all those muscles were involved in one little sneeze
