Archive for Jade Dunlop

A Message from DBAWIS

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2016 by segarini

DBAWIS is on Hiatus until September 5th. In the meantime, don’t forget to visit our site and catch up on the over 1500 articles by entering the name of your favourite DBAWIS scribe in the “Archive” window, and have at it. Great reading for the Dog Days of Summer. See you with Fresh Fun on September 5th!

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The Writers – Roxanne Tellier, Pat Blythe, Frank Gutch Jr., Cam Carpenter, Jaimie Vernon, Gary Pig Gold, Doug Thompson, and past contributors, Nadia Elkharadly, Justin Smallbridge, Geoff Pevere, and the Sometimes Darrell Vickers. Not pictured are Guest Writers Ira Robbins, Bobby Singh, and Jade Dunlop, plus friends who have contributed a column or two over the years

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JAIMIE VERNON – DEATH BECOMES US

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 7, 2013 by segarini

Promo Shot_Twilight Zone_thumbIt’s been 48 hours since the legend that was Nelson Mandela passed. Or rather, the extraordinary human being that gave us a legend for the ages. The Earth is now orphaned by the loss of the freedomfather of freedom.

The three great milestones of “HOPE” (and I’m not talking about the Obamahope) in my lifetime have been the collapse of the Soviet Union, the dismantling of the Berlin Wall, and the release of Nelson Mandela from a South African jail after spending more than a 1/4 of his life behind bars.

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Jade Dunlop: The Old Apartment

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , on October 23, 2013 by segarini

Editor’s Note: One of my favourite people on this Mudball fills in for the missing Nadia Elkharadly today with a personal and bittersweet recollection of a much loved time and place. Welcome her back to DBAWIS, and enjoy a great read from a great writer. Ms. Jade “Pie” Dunlop may visit us here anytime she likes….

PieWe like to think of the past as something ancient – something so untouchable that it comes across as unfathomable to our present minds. Rome, Egypt, Mesopotamia;  these are thousand year old dynastys that we discover soley though textbooks and the odd Wikipedia article. However, in all realistic possibilites, our past is merely seconds behind us. The moment you started reading this article is now the past. Will you ever get it back? No. Thus the unstoppable current of time keeps sweeping us off into the distant ocean of the future. Yet, it still feels so unreal. There is no proof to show that you are 30 seconds older than you were since you began reading. Your computer is still the same. Your home still feels as it did when you began. No empires have risen and fallen. No moons drifted out of orbit. The past stills feels like it is measured only in  millennia – not seconds. However, the past is always closer than we think.

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Jade Dunlop: Betting on the Muse

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , on September 15, 2011 by segarini

Ah! The cold, unforgiving stare of the blank page! The laptop hums quietly in condescendence while the cursor blinks slowly; smugly waiting to leap forward with words it knows just aren’t coming.  Time blurs like a bad dream as the deadline creeps ever closer. Paralyzing fear grips my body as I acclimate myself to the pitiful realization that I have nothing to say to my audience. I stand before you empty handed. Silence from my fingertips. My literary stage fright.

Writer’s block.

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Jade Dunlop: Time Will Carry On

Posted in Opinion with tags , , on September 8, 2011 by segarini

December 23rd, 1987 – 8:31 pm

I took my first breath and began my life as Jade A. Dunlop.

As my parents lovingly cradled their first and only child in their arms, their eyes were filled with tears and their hearts with dreams for all the things their beautiful daughter would someday experience. While my only thoughts (if I were capable of having any at the time) would have been centered around my mere survival, my parents were already thinking of colleges and wedding dresses; imaginations bursting with ideas about all the little joys they would come to encounter as they watched me grow up.

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