Category: life

fiddleheads

Reborn … Or Something

What signals the arrival of spring where you live?

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empathy

On Spring, and Empathy.

How does one show empathy in the face of someone else’s pain? One way is never, ever to say “at least.”

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family treasures

Vintage Treasure Hunting Again

I’m inspired by my trip to the Ottawa Antique & Vintage Market to go vintage treasure hunting again this spring.

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games we played as children

Smells Like Spring

Spring smells like mud where I live. The glorious, much anticipated smell of melting snow and bare ground. The harbinger of marble season.

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blogging

Messing Around with Computers. And Barns.

I’m messing around with computers today, and thinking about change.

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fitness

Seasonal Affective Fitness Disorder

How does one stay fit in the winter when winter makes it so hard to stay motivated?

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blogging

Follow the Money… Maybe

Sometimes the uber-glitzy, sunshiney, picture-perfect, I’m-ready-for-my-close-up world on the internet makes me want to retreat to a snow-covered cabin deep in the woods. I know I’ve said this before, but sometimes the internet makes me crazy. Here’s why. For a …

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blogging

Desperately Seeking Susan’s Blog Identity

These past few days while many of you have been braving the elements to go to work, or play, or to run errands, wrapping yourself in fifteen layers of wool and fleece, and coaxing reluctant cars to start, I’ve been …

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how kindness benefits us all

Kindness, Civility, and a Little Respect

It’s January. For those of us who live in the northern hemisphere, that means winter. And for those of us who live in the north of the northern hemisphere, that means lots of darkness, and cold, and whatever precipitation our …

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blog changes

Time for Change. And I’m Not Talking About My Hair.

You might already know this, but I think of my hair as a metaphor for my life. Seriously, I do. Let me explain. Back when I was a little kid, my mum struggled with my long, thick hair. She scraped …

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