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The Parts of Myself I No Longer Rush to Explain
There was a time when I felt an almost reflexive need to explain myself. If I hesitated before answering, I would fill the silence with reasons. If I changed my mind, I would provide a detailed account of how I got there. If I pulled back, set a boundary, or chose a different path than…
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Quiet Lives
When people talk about family trees, they tend to focus on the same characters—the larger-than-life ones, the rule-benders, the storytellers. The ones we’re proud to claim. But every family tree has another kind of branch—the ones we don’t talk about nearly enough. The steady ones. The overlooked ones. The ones who didn’t chase anything except…
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Later Belongs To No One
Photo by Odette Gagnon Don’t leave anything for later. Later, the coffee gets cold. Later, you lose interest. Later, the day turns into night. Later, people grow up. Later, people grow old. Later, life goes by. Later, you regret not doing something… When you had the chance Living in a rural area by the sea…
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It’s Just a Dog
As a young boy, I always wanted a dog. I didn’t get one. That longing, simple yet persistent, shaped how I understood companionship. It taught me early that sometimes love arrives before we have the words to name it, and sometimes it lives in places we don’t own. For me, that place was my uncle’s…
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Between the Frost and the Thaw
There are seasons that stretch you thin in ways words can’t quite describe. You’re not where you were, but not where you’re going either. You wake up every day in the middle — between endings that still echo and beginnings that haven’t yet shown their face. That’s what February/March feel like to me — that…
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What Remains
Grief does not arrive all at once. It seeps in, settles, and, years later, can still knock the wind out of you without warning. It changes shape over time, but it never truly loosens its grip. My brother Barry was three years younger than me. We were very different, yet inseparable in the way only…
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Realization! by Amanda Marks
GUEST POST by Amanda Marks. Too Many Anchors is honoured to feature a submission by Amanda Marks. Amanda was born and raised in Bay L’argent, Newfoundland. Along with her husband Jerry, she now calls Brooks, Alberta home. The richness of laughter and family times are her greatest treasures. Amanda’s post, Realization!, is one to which…
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But it’s just a game
For years, my morning routine has been the same—up at 6:00, the first 15 minutes spent in silence, inhaling consecutive cups of strong coffee. It’s not crucial; it’s more important than that. Then, with trepedation, I turn on the sports highlights from the night prior. Depending on the season, the scores of any game involving…
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One Woman’s Journey by Gail Bury
GUEST POST by Gail Bury: Too Many Anchors is honoured to feature a submission by Gail Bury. Gail is a renowned advocate for criminal justice reform and prison reform. Of all the professional profiles she has held, being a mom is paramount. Her words come from experiences gained through pain, strife, and bewilderment. Currently, with…
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Winter: The long sigh till spring
There is a sound winter makes in a small coastal town that no one bothers naming. It isn’t just the waves crashing against the rocks or the wind rattling siding at three in the morning. It’s the long, internal ugh that settles in once January finds its footing. Not despair exactly—just a persistent weariness, a…

