Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .


We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?

05/30/2023                                                                                        j.g.l.


As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

always with the questions

Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?

05/23/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.


I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Motherhood is. . .

Posted on May 8, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

By Heather Marr

Motherhood is. . .

Reheating that third of a cup of coffee for the third time.

A constant pile of laundry—maybe clean, if it’s my lucky day.

A small hand in mine on the walk to daycare.

A not-as-small-but-just-as-soft hand in mine on the walk from school.

After years of grumbling about it, suddenly understanding that this is THE LAST TIME I’ll have to accompany my son during the whole weekday-morning, seven-minute-long, stripping-off-the-piles-of-snow-clothes deal…
…because next year he’ll be in kindergarten and doing it all himself, without me.

Feeling melancholy about all the “lasts” in life I missed while they were happening.

Grumbling again when a mid-spring snowstorm renders null and void that “last” I was actually fully present for.

Rereading Anne of Green Gables with my daughter at the same age I was when I first read it…
…and delighting in how truly well-written it is and how progressive Lucy Maud Montgomery was for the time.

Rereading the Little House series with my daughter at the same age I was when I first read it…
…and being horrified by how racist Ma was.

Cracking up at Teen Titans Go! at least as much as the kids do.

Realizing my son picked up those questionable phrases from Beast Boy…but my daughter picked up those curse words from me.

Feeling proud when my kids, without shame or giggling, use the correct names for their genitalia.

The gift of an unsolicited “Mommy, can I hug you?” from my daughter, age 10.

Attempting to write this piece uninterrupted—unsuccessfully—while said daughter is home from school, sick and apparently bored (too bad).

@2018 Heather Marr

Heather Marr is a Montreal-based writer, editor, mom of two, certified birth doula and owner of Rio Doula Montreal, world traveller, native Californian, and lover of long runs and coffee. She strongly believes that life is about the journey AND the destination. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

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