When I announced to my husband today that my blog now had 37 followers, he congratulated me on having more followers than Jesus. After wiping away the almond milk latte I had just snorted through my nose, I had to ask … “Twelve disciples.”, he said with a grin. (I know, I know … but …
It was my son’s last full day of high school today. My husband, who isn’t Sean’s biological father, asked me how it felt to be the parent of a child finishing high school. To be honest, I hadn’t really considered how I felt because I so rarely live in the present moment. If he’d asked …
I rolled into cubicle land last Friday morning, the day after the big office move, to find an unexpected gift on my desk: a beautiful painting of a red cardinal. Even if it hadn’t been signed, I would have recognized the characteristic style of painting. Tears in my eyes, I sought out the artist, a …
Like most of you, getting through the past year was an uphill trudge. Working as a frontline healthcare worker during present circumstances is stressful but I am grateful for an excuse to get out of the house everyday and for the fact that I have a public sector job that is secure. My husband, spending …
Sometimes, albeit rarely, I experience moments of perfect bliss, like this past Saturday morning when I had a quiet house to myself, dogs and birds fed and watered, the beginning of a long week-end stretching far ahead of me, a steaming cup of coffee and cream in one hand and a pearl of a new …
My intention was to read 52 books this past year and I made it to 80. I will continue reading throughout 2020 and hope that the cataract surgery that is pending will ease the distressing eye strain and blurriness I have been experiencing of late. Impatient to begin a new list, I started the first …
Sometimes I feel like an imposter in my own life. This evening, my rockstar husband and I are playing a gig at our beloved Mariposa Cafe to raise money for the St. James Drop-In Centre, a wonderful community resource that supports members who are coping with homelessness, addiction and mental health issues. Our friend, Antonella, …
The best dog walks are the ones where I don’t bump into anyone. Just me, the fur kids and nature. I know I’m not the only anti-social, lone wolf out there. Indeed, I recognize the body language in others: head down, eyes averted, the abrupt change in direction, the slowing down or quickening of pace …
This showed up as a memory on my facebook feed this morning: “It’s never a good sign when a dying patient says you look tired and the next day a 95 year old man with Liberace hair and a tan tells you the same thing.” Eight years later and I’m still tired. Mind you, back …
The worst part of yesterday was hurting my back. I’m not sure how I did it. It’s possible I overdid it at the gym before work. Could have been reaching for something on my desk with these Hobbit arms. Or maybe it was just a random poke reminding me that I’m no Spring chicken. I …
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