Category: life

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 …

Let’s talk about derailments for a moment, shall we? I have a story to tell. There may be profanity. So be warned. Achray Campground in Algonquin Park.     Photo courtesy of Turnipseed Travel One fall in the early nineties, Hubby and …

Let’s get this straight, I am NOT on a diet. I don’t believe diets work in the long-run. And most experts who aren’t trying to sell you a diet plan will agree.  But. And here’s the kicker. Despite the fact …

Yesterday was my step-father’s birthday. He would be ninety-six if he were alive, but he died ten years ago. We still miss him. Lloyd Samuel McGibbon was quite a man, you know. Kind, strong, patient. He had to be to …

Hubby and I are still away on our camping trip. So this post on summer boredom… or lack of boredom… is one from a couple of years ago. Hope you don’t find it boring:)  ******* I could be wrong, but …

I’m a language nerd. I love words. And I really believe that choosing the best words to convey one’s meaning is very, very important. That sounds like a no-brainer, I know. When I was still teaching, my favourite unit in my …