Rhonda Ganz
@rhondaganz.bsky.social
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Poet. Received the ReLit Award for my book Frequent, Small Loads of Laundry. Reganz.com My mom is 92. She loves chocolate. Fibre artist using thrifted wool. My excuse for scouring 2nd hand stores. Proud Canadian.
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Mom still likes chocolate.
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One of those days.
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From the Empire Annual for Canadian Girls, 1911
I say bring back pterodactyls.
Deep breath. Let go of the grudge. Or not. What am I in the mood for?
You can hold that grudge if you want to
Until your ship breaks its tide
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The podcast returns for its twenty-second season next week. The opening week guests include: Scott Oake, katherena vermette, Linden MacIntyre, Scott McIntyre, and Russell Smith. There'll be more in the weeks to come.
What an ignoranus. Not a typo.
I say pecan. One is a nut and the other is something to urinate in.
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I didn't get the chance to dance today

More is the pity
Found on the wishing tree by the Belfry Theatre. Appropriate that the play is 1979.
Why was I born to have to share the air with that guy?
Boo. Easy to say, New York. I have more anticipation for that than for the match. Say it long and loud please.
That instant before you open your eyes and think you are in the bed in the room you woke up in yesterday morning, not the one you went to sleep in last night.
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Well we all just let wealth mean merit and popular mean wise and it all went and got a bit silly
8 months in is 240 days give or take! I appreciate your descriptions. I would have benefited as a younger person from certain people being as open about their experiences as you are. Thx
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I had high hopes.
Throwback to last October. When she’s not enjoying chocolate, Mom can still sometimes find a song.
Whatever stop means to you today—stop.
An orchid on a window sill above a sink of dirty dishes, but instead of blooms it grows two-headed pythons, and the dishes are only wine glasses and knives.
When I’m missing my own cats terribly, the cat at mom’s care home gives me some love.
Highlight of my day.
A gal can dream, can’t she?
Another term from you that I’m going to test out. Mother Roadside is much more magical than the Free Pile.
I suppose I have to get up.