Category: life

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 …

Are you bursting to begin the new year, leaping into January with a brisk clapping of hands, resolutions written down, and a detailed plan of how to achieve them? Ha. Me neither. I am definitely not leaping into 2019, my friends. …

  We’ve had some Christmas tree controversy in our house this year, folks. I’ve struggled trying to decide on a name for our tree. It’s an adorable little tree, perfectly round, and sweetly shaped. I initially decided to name him Boris.   …

  When I was a kid, my sister used to laugh at how much my friend Debbie and I talked on the phone. She was right; we were always on the phone. Through elementary school, and most of high school, …

So. Late the other night, replete with good food and good conversation, I drove home from my book club meeting. My headlights piercing the darkness, I watched for black ice created by snow blowing across the open fields, and listened …

Still at Mum’s this weekend. Just finished reading a book that partially dealt with a daughter helping an aging, irascible father to cope with his altered state in life. And listened to a CBC radio program yesterday about caregivers for …

Hope you don’t mind, my friends, but this is a “reprise” post. I’m still at Mum’s and we’ve been busy with no time to blog. I missed the Ottawa Vintage Clothing Show this year because I was in Fredericton. Next …

You might know, if you read my last post, that I’m home in New Brunswick for the next while, visiting my Mum. As I sit in Mum’s kitchen this morning pondering how to begin this post, I keep thinking of …

My mum’s celebrating her birthday this week. And, for the first time in years and years, I won’t be there for the festivities. As long as Hubby and I have been together we’ve made the trek down east in August. With the …

I read an article in The Atlantic a day or so ago called: Plight of the Funny Female. It’s all about why men don’t like funny women. And, you know, something clicked. Really? Could this be the reason for all my …