Brianna Popsickle’s Blog

Letters from a Suburban Prison

Brianna Popsickle

Brianna Popsickle
Ontario, Canada
March 03
Hi. I’m Brianna. I write because I don’t sleep. What else am I going to do at two in the morning while everyone else is snoozing? I feel like one of those people who’ve fallen and can’t get up. I’ve started to write and can’t stop. I write about my life and the lives of those around me: friends, relatives, co-workers, neighbours. Sometimes I change names and places to protect the innocent. Sometimes I don’t. I haven’t lost any friends as a result of my writing (yet), and have actually made a few because of it. I don’t write about politics or the economy, and nothing I say will change the world. But it may change how you look at your own life and the people around you. One thing I’ve learned, through the response of my readers, is as different as we all appear to be we’re all pretty much the same. We cry over the same heartaches and disappointments. We laugh about (and try to hide from) life’s embarrassments. We feel guilty for our fantasies (but no one knows because we never talk about them). Until now . . . Brianna Popsickle – Mother, wife, daughter, friend - finding my voice after years of confinement in a suburban prison.

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MAY 7, 2012 2:41PM

It Takes a Village to Raise a Child

Mother’s Day is around the corner, and it’s customary to acknowledge what our mothers mean to us. 

However, at this time of year, I can’t help but think of women who’ve wanted to be mothers and who for whatever reason, have not been blessed with children. Mother Day must… Read full post »

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FEBRUARY 23, 2012 9:19AM

Don't Tell Anyone

It happened when I was 8; I was in third grade. I had my friend Rachel over for the weekend. We bundled up in layers of clothes and dragged our toboggans to the hill, a few blocks from my home. It was a favorite spot for neighborhood kids to toboggan. 

Surprisingly,… Read full post »