I stumbled across this question in something I was reading this morning and remembered that we asked it of one another a few years ago when things were dark. I don’t know about you, but I can slip into experiencing the world as dark and scary again these days if I’m not careful. This is…
A conversation with my best friend from high school on social media yesterday prompted me to give this some thought. It also kept me awake last night thinking about it. Step into the wayback machine with me and let’s visit 1976 when I was 17. Use your scholarship. Leave Princeton. Cultivate friendship. Find and follow…
The notification popped up on my screen yesterday afternoon: snowfall warning. Again. This morning, when Molly and I got up shortly after 4, the first thing I did was look out the window. Yup. The white stuff had arrived. Gerry, eternally optimistic, said, “it doesn’t look like much” when we were enjoying our morning coffee….
The stereotypical Canadian is polite and nice and, to an extent, we are both of those things. We don’t boast; we’re not brash; we don’t believe the world revolves around us. We display the Canadian flag prominently when we travel internationally because people like us. As a rule, we live contented lives in our beautiful…
I’m sitting at my departure gate in the Calgary airport waiting for the connecting flight from Regina that will take me to Kamloops, where I’m spending a few days with my daughter and granddaughter and enjoying a visit with my bestie. I’ve positioned myself facing a window onto the tarmac. There’s no snow. It seems…
Blogger. I started blogging in 2008 at a place I called My Own Velvet Room. Over time, I created two additional blogs—Arms of Adoption and A Grandma’s Garden—and built a website. I don’t know what I was thinking. In 2010, I combined them all into one platform, which has changed significantly over the years. Then,…