Last night, I reluctantly signed out of my early morning online class after making a mental list of all I had to do at the office today. It’s never a good sign when your to-do list gives you heart palpitations as you lay your head down to sleep. A quarter dose of a quick-dissolve gravol …
I’ve been neglecting my creative side of late, partly because of COVID fatigue but also, if I’m honest, because I spend an awful lot of time supporting (and enjoying, I might add) other people’s creations, including my husband’s. While I’m not talented enough to earn a living through my hobbies, I need to practice them …
I’ve got a stye in my eyeI wishit were pie If you don’t have time to soak in a tub, sit still for five minutes with a wet, warm compress on your eye and a soundtrack of ocean waves playing in the background. We met a young husky mix with one blue eye and one …
As a rule, I avoid large gatherings and anything resembling a celebration or party. That being said, I was really hoping to be able to watch my son pick up his high school diploma in person. Instead, it will be only be accessible to the students with the parents being given a link to watch …
My sister and I took our parents for their second Moderna vaccine today, eight days earlier than originally scheduled. The parking lot at the local community centre where the vaccines were being given was teeming with mid-sized cars driven by a generation of seniors well-versed in the etiquette of public parking. There was no pushing …
What do you get when you put two immigrants together in a phone conversation, each with a different mother tongue, one whose second language is English and the other who speaks French? You get broken telephone, of course. Thirty years ago my best friend Marisa brought a bottle of wine to my father’s 60th birthday …
Yesterday after work, I drove my son to the local driving school to register him for driving lessons, at least for the initial theory lessons. Once those are completed, he has to take a bit of a detour (pun intended) to the Constance-Lethbridge Rehabilitation Centre due to his diagnosis of developmental coordination disorder. As we …
My son was accepted into the Liberal Arts program at a local college. I’m happy for him, envious almost, because I too had hoped to go into the arts (literature or music) at his age but had been dissuaded by my pragmatic father to go into a field of study that was more guaranteed to …
The Merriam-Webster dictionary had five different definitions of the word « baseline ». Healthcare workers use this term a lot as a reference point for comparison. For example, we ask, « Is the client at his or her baseline level of functioning? » In other words, how is the client functioning now compared to how …
I checked in with my dad today and we spoke about the London, Ontario attack that killed four members of a Muslim family and seriously injured a nine-year old boy. He wondered if the family had been wearing traditional clothing that may have identified their faith. « It’s better to assimilate. », he said, « …
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