Diana Cash

untitled2WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, and up until as recently as ten years ago, if you were to look into my closet, everything was black.

I had black shoes and black boots.

Black dresses, skirts and suits.

Black jeans, sweats, shirts, blouses and jackets.

Everything was black.

My dad used to call me Diana Cash, referencing Johnny Cash, who as we know wore all black.

A whole host of people from family to co-workers to friends tried relentlessly to convince me to add a little colour to my wardrobe.

Finally, I gave in and began purchasing clothes with some colour.

Not big nasty flowers or prints or anything like that… but colour just the same.

I added reds and blues and yellows and even some BLING!

Truth be told, black kind of makes me look pale and blotchy anyway.

The good news is, now I have lots of colour!

The other good news is that I got the part-time job I applied for and I start in November!

Ironically, I’m required to wear ALL BLACK!


Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison

Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison

If you need me, I’ll be out shopping for black clothes. ;)

Life’s like that.

May We Who Remain, Seek Peace

In Canada? World reacts in shock to Ottawa Terror Attack ~ Toronto Sun

RCMP release security footage of Michael Zehaf Bibeau during attack, say he shot soldier in back ~ National Post

God keep our land glorious and free...

God keep our land glorious and free…

By now we’ve all heard the tragic story of the shooting of Corporal Nathan Cirillo.

Most news coverage has focused on the shooter.

How was it possible that he made it into the Hall of Honour? Who was he? Was he Canadian? How is it that authorities were caught off guard?

But what of the stories of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo?  Who was he? And what of the folks who tried to save his life?

That’s why I was particularly moved by Rex Murphy’s account (below).

Listen as he describes the events immediately after the shooting of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo and then goes on to honour the actions of The Sergeant of Arms, Kevin Vickers.

Thank you Rex Murphy for changing the focus of this story

Thank you for your service Cpl. Nathan Cirillo.

May you rest in peace.


May we who remain, long for, and work toward peace.

Friday Pick 125

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel! How on earth has it taken me so long to feature Rachel and her blog Rachel Carrera, Novelist on my Friday Pick? Rachel is a great storyteller and some of her true experiences seem stranger than fiction. But don’t take my word for it, check out my link below and if you like it, I’m sure Rachel won’t mind if you snoop around some more.

In Rachel’s own words:

Rachel Carrera has always been a story-weaver. And she’s been writing as long for as she can remember. But she never had a desire to turn her stories into books until mid-2013 when she dreamed her first novel, The Prison, three nights in a row.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Rachel shares an amazing story about gambling and intuition…

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and tell Rachel Diana sent you…

No Mo’Betsss! by Rachel Carrera, Novelist


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When nothing is ever the same again.


I wanted to write about this, but I could not offer you more than the words of my dear friend, Louise. Thank you Louise for articulating so well how we are feeling. Diana xo

Originally posted on Dare boldly:

I am at a loss for words. I am lost in words tumbling around my mind like socks turning around and around inside a dryer. They are white, these words I cling to. I surrender. I give up. I give in.

I cannot create peace in a world of hatred. I cannot stop hatred from erupting in a world of intolerance.

On my way to a meeting yesterday, after I wrote my blog, I tune into CBC RAdio in my car and there it was, this breaking news story that would catapult my country into fear, dismay, uncertainty.

“Nothing will ever be the same,” reads one headline this morning. And I am afraid it is true.

Terror has struck home.

Cpl. Nathan Cirillo, a 24 year old reservist standing guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier in Ottawa, our capital, is gunned down in broad daylight by a fellow Canadian. A 32 year…

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What are you most proud of?

Michaela, 7 months, playing piano at Oma and Opa's house

Michaela, 8 months old, playing piano at Oma and Opa’s house

That’s what she asked me when she called on Monday.

What are you most proud of…what is your greatest accomplishment?

Rebecca was calling me in response to a short-term job I had applied for. Something that I might enjoy doing and would allow me to make some extra cash.

The phone interview was the first screening.

What AM I most proud of, I wondered.

So used to being at the other end of an interview – being the one asking the questions.

So used to selling a cause and not necessarily selling myself.

My mind went straight to my professional accomplishments:

  • my work on the GNA committee
  • the 90-day plan I developed to win people over so that they no longer feared affordable housing for the homeless in the downtown core
  • helping that other small non-profit get a better understanding of their fund development history and working with them to develop strategies to move forward.

And other such things…

No. That’s not what Rebecca was looking for, so she rephrased the question. What are you passionate about?

“Well I guess I’m most passionate about being true to myself,” I began. “Of standing up for what I believe, even when I have to stand alone.

I’m proud of raising my daughter as a single parent. And intentionally not speaking ill of her dad while she was growing up – I’d seen too many times what kind of damage that does to children.

I’m proud that when I left a job I had loved for many years, that had turned ugly during a leadership change, I did it with my integrity and dignity intact.

I’m passionate about following my heart, even when I am afraid. And I am determined to ensure that my word is better than a signed contract.


So used to selling a cause and not necessarily selling myself…

Nevertheless, a valuable experience for me and a second interview is scheduled!


What are you most proud of? What is your greatest accomplishment? What are you passionate about?

Learn to see the extraordinary in the ordinary

“Don’t wait for extraordinary opportunities. Seize common occasions and make them great.” – Orison Swett Marden

images1The common things in life are really quite extraordinary.

Most of us take every day things for granted and don’t even notice their value until we lose them.

When I was 19, I thought it would be a great idea to play two-on-two tackle football in a parking lot.

I may, or may not, have been a tad tipsy at the time.

Doug was on my team. He weighed about 130 pounds in wet clothes.

Our opponents weighed 200+ pounds each.

Long story, short; I was charged as if by a raging bull.

My body flew into the air like a cannon ball.

And I landed somewhat sideways on my right bent-in-an-unnatural-way leg.

Thankfully, I didn’t break anything.

But I tore some ligaments, and bruised some muscles and my knee swelled up to twice its size.

I wanted nothing more than to be able to run through a field of flowers.

Our bodies are amazing, no?


Walking and dancing and running and even brushing my teeth seems so common yet they are extraordinary activities if you really think about it.

Friday Pick 124

I first stopped in to visit Lex at her blog how I survived myself because she is the daughter of my friend Louise Gallagher who suggested I check her out. I quickly discovered that Lex is a gifted writer in her own right and clicked follow because I appreciate her honesty and vulnerability. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

In Lex’s own words:

Alexis lives in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend J and her 342 scarves. Born and raised in the heart of Cowtown, she also has quite the collection of cowboy boots. When not writing, on her yoga mat, or running along the Vancouver seawall, she can be found breaking the silence surrounding disordered eating with the local non-profit organization Project True.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Lex explores her relationship with her grandmother…

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and tell Lex Diana sent you…

day 6. only love by how I survived myself


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