Brianna Popsickle
Observations and reflections on life, and the people around me; written as a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, neighbour, co-worker, or whatever else anyone needs me to be.
Artist. Writer. Woman. - Struggling to re-appear after years
+ more bio informationRachel, wait for us! Andrew, don't throw sand. I looked up from my novel, which I began on our arrival at the cottage three days earlier. I had just settled into my lawn chair on the beach when I heard the young couple approaching, two kids and a ton of stuff in tow. I guessed they were in their early thirties, their childre... More..
Now the whole world knows who Susan Boyle is, a forty-seven year old woman who spent her life living with her mother and her cats (until her mother recently passed away). She sang karaoke at local pubs though her dream was to be a professional singer. When she walked on stage during the Britain's Got Talent show, the audienc... More..
Looking for Love in all the Wrong Places My grandmother used to say, "There's a lid for every pot," meaning there was someone out there for everyone. That may be the case, but it seems to me, finding that lid' is much harder these days. I have a couple of divorced girlfriends who could tell you horror stories about dates gon... More..
A neighbour dropped off a copy of the book Marley & Me, knowing I would enjoy it since I was a dog owner like her. I have to say it didn't interest me much. I had heard it was terribly sad, about a guy and his dog and the dog died at the end. Since that pretty much summed it up, I didn't feel the need to read it. Day ten... More..
My husband thinks I'm trying to kill him and I assure you I'm not. We've been married twenty-four years; if I were going to kill him I would have done it by now. So where does he get this crazy idea? Well in fairness to him, there have been a few 'food' incidents. First, you should know my husband had a bad experience with l... More..
The day began like every other. I grabbed my gym bag and jumped in the van. It wouldn’t start. We’d been having trouble with it all week, needing to boost it several times. My friend came over. My husband hooked up the cables and gave it one final boost. My plan was to drive it to the garage, which was closed on ... More..
She was awakened by her parents, it was 3:30 a.m. There's a call for you, it's the police. She wasn't prepared for what she heard next. It's me. I'm in big trouble. I need your help. I need you to call my sister. It was her boyfriend of almost two years. He sounded scared. Dale had been arrested for stealing from his employe... More..
It’s happened to all of us. Someone hands you a gift with a big smile on their face excited for you to unwrap the gift they’ve spent precious time and money choosing just for you. You slowly unwrap it, anticipation building, only to reveal a hideous gift. You force a smile and say thank you, in your most convinci... More..
As embarrassing as it is to admit, I've come to the conclusion I'm one of those people who will never grow up. I say this because April 1st is a week away, and I find myself chuckling out loud just thinking about who I'm going to torment this year and how to go about it. I was always a joker. I love to laugh. In fact, when I... More..
I remember when I was little, sitting at the kitchen table and painstakingly choosing the right Valentine for each person in my class. I would neatly print their name and mine, lick the envelope, and seal it with a sticker. It would take hours. The next day, dressed in red and white, I would happily distribute the Valentines... More..
Brianna Popsickle
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