My father suffers from macular degeneration. He is legally blind minus the white cane. White canes aren’t much use when you need a wheeled walker to get around. I take his diagnosis and our shared ancestry very seriously which is why I am retiring soon in order to read as many books as I can …
Today is the last day of my 30 day challenge writing 150 words a day. Yay, I did it! There is a reason they refer to it as a challenge. The difficulty wasn’t so much in the quantity or the quality of the writing as it was in writing consistently, as in daily. Part of …
I signed up for this fitness app the other day, based on the casual endorsement of someone in the fitness industry whom I respect. I figure I have nothing to lose apart from a few bucks and hopefully a few pounds. I’d like to blame what I refer to as my COVID pudge on the …
Today is National Indigenous Peoples Day in Canada, a day that recognizes and celebrates the cultures and contributions of the First Nations, Inuit and Métis peoples of Canada. Over the past few years, I have made a conscious effort to learn more about these peoples, avoiding sources from a distinct colonial perspective (for example, government-approved, …
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 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, « …
I started off writing about a trivial topic tonight but was stopped in my tracks when I discovered through a facebook post that a Muslim family of five had been deliberately mowed down by a truck in London, Ontario. The lone survivor, a nine-year boy now in stable condition in hospital, has lost a grandmother, …
Every Friday evening my mother calls me with a grocery list. I reorganize the list according to the layout of my local grocery store and complete the order on Saturday. Once the bags are unloaded and unpacked, my mother directs where items should be stored. For two elderly people of average size and modest appetite …
Most days I am up with the birds, or rather, before the birds. I’ve always been an early riser no matter how late I go to bed. I love the deep quiet of the house at that time, the sleepy dawn light, and the slow awakening of nature. There are chores to take care of …
My seventeen year old boy got his first COVID vaccine today. (Exhale mom … ) Gone are the days when I had to hold him down, distract him, or bribe him with candy and dollar store goodies. He didn’t need my consent to receive the vaccine and took it like a trooper. How grown up …
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