From over a year ago, right before my dad fell ill and the rest of us fell apart. I’ve made magic bars only once since. Last night someone in our household was farting the Lone Ranger theme song. Either that or it was me humming the William Tell Overture to a galloping rhythm. Here’s an …
A beloved family friend died on April 3rd, following a brief illness, and broke our hearts. Unable to attend the funeral in Toronto, I helped my father formulate some memories into a eulogy, one that was read by Auntie Pat’s son-in-law, Peter, at the ceremony. I then did the same with my own recollections, crying …
Ian and I met as thumbnails in the summer of 2012 through a random Facebook encounter. My profile picture at the time was a vintage shot of me holding my ex-husband’s telecaster. Ian’s only comment was “nice tele” to which I replied, “Thanks, it doesn’t live here anymore.” We met in person six months later …
My sister-in-law visited my mother in hospital this evening and found her tied in a wheelchair. Chantal described it as a gentle restraint, “a padded, open-faced underwear that goes over your clothes”. My mother’s version was that she had been arrested for doing something wrong but she didn’t understand what it was. According to her …
Here is a list of things that will guarantee you a spot in my bad books: Insist I must be pregnant when I tell you I’m not. Ask me to guess your age immediately after you mistake my muffin top for the third trimester of pregnancy in an effort to distract me. Ask me where …
My father came home this week after spending six out of the past eight weeks hospitalized. The good news is his heart, after one hell of a tune-up, has the potential to recondition itself, to a fixed frequency of 80 beats per minute, thanks to a new pacemaker. Some things though, will never be the …
I was reading through some unfinished blog entries and decided to group them by subject in an effort to salvage something worth posting. The supermoon was November 14th, 2016. Sometimes it’s better to experience life in real time than get the shot. After googling “how to photograph the supermoon”, I stepped out the back door and …
I had three significant bird encounters today, apart from the usual morning flurry around the backyard feeder. The first was a trio of goslings crossing Sources Boulevard near the Rideau Memorial funeral home as I headed South. Their parents were gathered around the adjacent, obligatory cemetery pond, oblivious to the great escape that was underway. …
When you reach middle-age, you think about death a little more. Having lived more than half the average life span, the pressure is on to live more fully. We tick off our bucket list items and attempt to declutter both our physical space and spiritual space. Internally, our authentic self, still in its chrysalis stage, …
I reached into the dregs of my closet in desperation today and pulled out an outfit (loose-fitting skirt and blouse) I wore at the beginning of my pregnancy years ago. Honestly, it made me look like somebody’s aunty (minus the braided buns on either side of my head). I never wear skirts and it was …
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