The rain, rain, rain Came down, down, down In rushing, rising riv’lets ‘Til the river crept out of its bed And crept right into Piglet’s
Poor Piglet, he was frightened With quite a rightful fright And so in desperation, a message he did write He placed it in a bottle and it floated out of sight
And the rain, rain, rain Came down, down, down So Piglet started bailing He was unaware, atop his chair While bailing he was sailing
And the rain, rain, rain Came down, down, down And the flood rose up, up, upper Pooh, too was caught and so he thought
Pooh: I must rescue my supper
Ten honey pots he rescued Enough to see him through But as he sopped up his supper The river sopped up Pooh And the water twirled and tossed him In a honey pot canoe
The rain, rain, rain Came down, down, down When the rain, rain, rain Came down, down, down
Originally intended to simply focus on book reviews, over time, KaliDesautelsReads has morphed into its own entity.
I write about issues that are near to my heart, be they political, feminist, motherhood, mental health, or, as the title holds, books.
A thirty-something Canadian woman in my mid-thirties, I have been "super married" to my high school sweetheart since 2006, and together we have two crazy, clever, kind, hilarious, wonderful kids.
My first book - How Not To Blog: Finding Myself, One Post at a Time is available on Amazon (in eBook formats for you clever tech readers, and paperback for those of us who love that new book smell!)
I have tried a podcast - it's still on Apple and Google Podcasts - but writing is where my heart is.
My life changed dramatically when my husband was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer in 2018, and I am now a writer for a leading Canadian Cancer Non-Profit.
I am lucky enough to have a family that loves me and pushes me to be my best, even if it is outside of my cushiony comfort zone. I have a village of friends that nourish me, mentally, and spiritually.
Welcome to my thoughts. Sit down. Stay a while. Enjoy a cup of coffee!
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