I’ve been researching my genealogy. It’s important to me, in part, because as an adoptee, basic information about who and where I came from was a secret. That’s a recipe for heaping some heavy stuff on an impressionable child and creating an adult who is hyper-sensitive to feelings of abandonment. Now, however, thanks to DNA…
When I’m making the bed, I open the blinds down to let the morning sun fill the room. Later, when I’m in the ensuite doing my hair, blinded by the sun, I’ll close them temporarily but for the moment I pause to look at the frosty roofs of our neighbour’s houses and notice the contrast…
I’ve long been interested in genealogy, perhaps, in part, because as an adoptee I was denied this information. The secrets have been out for a long time, though. Thank goodness. No one should have this information withheld from them—but that’s a rant for another day. Recently, I put on my sleuth hat and began investigating…
Joining with Kate and others today with Five Minute Friday post where we set a timer and write for five minutes on a given topic. This week, the topic is NURTURE. When I think of the word nurture, I think of the loving care—tangible and otherwise—that a mother pours into her child to nourish and…
I arrived home in the wee hours of Monday morning after another long and unpredictable travel day. At this point, I’m beyond done with traveling. My flight out of Kamloops on Sunday was delayed for eight hours, initially because of early morning fog preventing an incoming flight from landing, setting dominoes of flight mayhem into…
Yesterday, I was going through one of my old blog books from 2018. It was the year I posted something every day, and it offers a snapshot of daily life. That summer, as usual, our granddaughter, who was nine-years-old at the time, spent a few weeks with us for “Camp G & G.” Also, as…