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…


Visiting Europe: Romance vs Reality

So… this spring I travelled to Paris, France, and locations in Italy. I know, it sounds very glamorous, but I was travelling with 30 teenagers, so… it was actually a working holiday. I’m sharing this experience with you, not to make you jealous. “I got to go and you didn’t!” is not my style. I thought you would be amused…


Bring Joy Into Your Life With Art

I fell in love last summer, on a downtown street. The street was closed for an annual exhibition. A village of tents held pottery, jewelry, one-of-a-kind clothing, and handmade images of all kinds. It was, as they say, a feast for the eyes, and a painting stole my heart. As I strolled past, keeping watch for the perfect pair of…


Light a Fire with Writing Prompts

Light a Fire with Writing Prompts Several of the stories in my book, “We Drank Wine,” began their lives as writing prompts. Some sprung from writing courses, other prompts were found online. All of them were unexpectedly fun. A prompt is a great spark, and if your let the words lead the way you will be surprised what results.  …



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