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Only Child on blogging and ABC award nominees

Only Child reading some of her writing scribbles

Now that I’m one of the recipients of the ABC Blog Award, it’s my turn to nominate a few bloggers whose blogs I like. As far as I know they haven’t been nominated for this award.

But first let’s look at another post that inspired me and I hope inspires you from Bloglovin.  (Sophie has posted an inspirational article by Leo Babauta), I can really connect with the message, especially the number one point: “If you don’t think it’s possible, do a small easy test. Don’t think you can start a blog? Sign up for a free or account and do a short post. Don’t tell anyone about it. Just write a post. It costs nothing, risks nothing, takes almost no time. But you will learn you can do that one little thing, and if you pass that test, you now know your theory of impossibility was wrong. You can do this with any skill, btw, not just blogging.”

That was me. I’ve wanted to blog for years and I knew it had to be something about writing, but what? I am involved in so many areas of writing – writing short stories, writing memoir, writing personal essays, writing a novel (or rewriting, more accurately), writing magazine and newspaper articles, teaching writing workshops and courses, and the other side of the fence – editing books and short stories. Encompassing all that in one blog could put the posts all over the place.

Finally I decided to centre my posts on the memoir which (at that point) I was still writing and fan out from its main focus – i.e., growing up in the 1950s and 1960s as the only child of elderly parents when your Dad is dying of cancer. Sometimes I quote excerpts from the memoir, where appropriate to the post, but often I’m into the fallout of being an only child (now only person) and what I have to face alone. That gets me into health issues, social issues, and well, writing a memoir. And being an “old journalist” I have to do research, so I hit the Internet. My Blog Link list is very long but it’s there so anybody can find more information.

So, with purpose and focus in hand (on my laptop actually) including my About the Blog and a sample first post, I went down to my son, Martin’s for help getting set up on Word Press. He’s the computer expert. That was the beginning of November 2009. Occasionally I still ask him a question about something in Word Press but I’ve learned a lot on my own.

I’ve also learned a lot from my readers, although I don’t have as many as Bloglovin or Leo Babauta It is great to connect and share ideas (even though I am sometimes a bit slow getting back). Often what other bloggers write inspires me for my post (like today’s); often it is something in the news; often it is something happening in my life. Whatever it is, as Leo says, it is something I feel passionate about – whether it is gardening or writing or something on the down side, such as when a car hit me in a parking lot  or I got lost in the fog. These things all have deeper meanings than what occurs on the surface. Lost in the fog, for example, also means I sometimes feel lost (and overwhelmed) in what is going on in my life. That is an indication I need to take some action and will probably be learning another lesson.

And these bloggers have taught me much and they are the ones I am nominating for the ABC Award:

Bloglovin Sophie has inspiring posts for a healthy mind, body and soul.

Alex Leybourne He is another author – short stories and novels who posts about his writing – really gets to the gut of it. Inspiring.

Stephanie Miller She has a scientific background but gets down to the nitty gritty to get healthy. She’s recently tapped into her spiritual side and hopes to live to 120. Disclaimer: I know Stephanie personally.

Happy blogging and reading.


Sharon Crawford

Only Child Writes

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Only child deals with foggy trust

The elusive streetcar

Trust – that should be a four-letter word and that can go either way – good or bad. With me it is rocky. I admit I have trust issues and with good reason stemming from my only child childhood. However, walking through fog late last Friday night may have taught me something about trust.

It was a dark and foggy night last Friday. I had spent the evening until after 11 p.m. in a pub at the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair in Toronto. My son and his country/bluegrass band, The Sure Things, were playing there, so after wandering through the fair during the afternoon, I stopped by the pub for dinner and to catch the show. So it was sunny when I arrived at the fair. When I left it was a different matter.

The matter was dense fog and trying to get through it to a streetcar stop on the grounds which turned into an exercise in trust. Everyone was helpful from my son’s girlfriend and another of her friends walking me partway towards an exit, to the security guard who gave me directions and showed me the way out of the building.

When I exited the building I found myself encased in a white misty blur with a few yellow lights popping up here and there. And it wasn’t my bad eyesight. So, I got turned around. If I could have seen the building I would have known to turn left to walk to the streetcar stop where I had come in. That way I could just follow the buildings but I could barely make out the buildings. So I struggled along towards the other streetcar stop where the security guard told me to go.

It was like walking blind. Parked cars and cabs kept materializing but I couldn’t afford a cab. I asked the few people I did see where the streetcar stop was. All were helpful. What they and I didn’t know was that the gate to its entrance was closed, locked. I did find it but ended up walking along the sidewalk outside the fenced-in area where you boarded the streetcar. I finally gave up on this walk and returned to a parking lot where an attendant was directing traffic.

I asked him the way to the streetcar stop and got the same answer as from everybody else.

“The gate is closed,” I replied. “How do I get to Strachen Avenue for the other stop?”

“Just take this road right here and it will take you right to Strachan.”

“This road” seemed to be part of the parking lot, but I kept walking on it, facing the  traffic – very little, including a police car. If my wits hadn’t been all fogged up from the weather, I would have flagged the police down and asked, “Am I on the right track?”

The buildings on my right appeared like generic blobs,  but I could see the walkway and the fence on the left where I had been before. At one point I just followed the streetcar tracks, not difficult when they came close to the road and I could actually see them.

Yes, I got out and fortunately saw two streetcars going the other way so knew they had to come back soon from the nearby loop. Then I looked at a sign posted on the streetcar stop – something about certain streetcar lines detoured between what looked like 2 p.m. and 6 p.m. but it could have been a.m. I had trouble reading it – not because of the fog or even the print size. The notice  was just hanging too high for someone barely scraping five feet in height to see.

The wait for the streetcar was longer than expected and the streetcar that arrived wasn’t the one I thought had been at the front of the two heading for the loop. Maybe the front runner had done a detour (although where?) No matter. The streetcar that showed up was the one I wanted and when I got on and sat down I breathed a sigh of relief.

So what got me through this? Yes, perseverance, but more so trust in myself. Trust, that despite feeling frightened, stranded and alone I could get out. I had the wits to do it myself. I knew enough to ask for help as I tried to get out, but I also discovered I had to trust that I could get myself out.

And I think that’s what I learned. As an only child now alone in the world (so to speak), the bottom line is to trust yourself. Who else can you really trust not to let you down at some point?

What do others think?



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