Other People’s Problems – Self-Worth

“I don’t think I’ll get the job.” Teresa sighed as she tapped her tablet to open her resume. “The interview team was very nice, polite and pleasant, but they didn’t give any indication of their decision.” “It’s a very desirable position,” said her daughter, Sara. “There must’ve been hundreds of applicants. It’s smart not to get your hopes up. Doing…


Other People’s Problems – Decisions

           “Emily. It’s so good to see you. So, what are you having?” “Gee. I don’t know, Dianne. There are so many choices.” Emily scanned the chalkboard menu. “What are you ordering?” “I love the banana crepes.” Dianne rested her elbows on the table. She’d skipped breakfast so she could indulge. “Mmmm. Not a big banana…


Other People’s Problems – Greed

It was the life-style Joe chose, yet he didn’t know what to do with it. He was a hoarder. He’d come to accept that. His neighbours told him, his estranged siblings told him, the town’s by-law officer gave him formal notification, and now… his wife had left. Joe sat amid his hoard and decided to take action. It took 45…


Other People’s Problems – Love

“You want me to hang a corpse around my neck?” Jenny touched her bare throat. Her collarbones protruded from her smooth, pale skin. The neckline of her low cut blouse was gathered with a string in peasant fashion. “Corpse is a bit of an over-statement.” Maria laughed. “It’s dried out, and tiny. It weights absolutely nothing.” She took a sip…


Other People’s Problems – Guilt

Aside from the occasional social gathering, Tanya always wore workout clothes from that trendy designer label. She never actually exercised, did not attend yoga, had given up on dance fit, and only pretended to jog in the park. They were comfortable, and allowed her to demonstrate that she’d regained her trim figure despite being the mother of two preschoolers. The…


Other People’s Problems – Disability

Amy lept up and moved a chair away. She set it against the patio’s fence, leaving a tiny gap so the chair back would not bang against the railing. “Thanks for letting me share your table. I love this café, but it’s really hard to get in to.” “Yes, it’s very busy.” “No. I mean literally. It is inaccessible. There…


I Need a Nonna

Everyone should have an Italian grandmother. A Nonna, whose backyard jungle of edibles was just two laneways away. One who gives hugs that drown you in mushy bosom and wags a stern finger when you don’t live up to your potential. We all benefit from an elder’s tribal wisdom when life beats us down. I recently had the privilege to…



Marion Reidel, Upper Canadian Author with a wicked sense of humour. Buy her book, visit her on tour, and also get the tattoo.