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September Blues
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It is so quiet along the road here that you can hear a pin drop—or an acorn or two, to be precise. While the city is filling up with activity once again, cottage country has slipped into a great silence. Quiet is one of my favourite qualities (and rare), but the week following Labour…
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Walking in the Easter Parade
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I grew up with Easter being a “big deal”. At least half the day involved being inside a church with serious music, white lilies, and rather complex messages (scary for a kid) about life and death. I’ll always have a soft spot for the Easter season, but referring to the day and “celebratory” and…
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Even if it can’t be done, do it anyway
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Anyone who’s been around little kids has a special place in their heart for the word “more!” How many of you have sang “The Wheels on the Bus” so many times that you thought your own wheels would come off? In our house, it was a video based on the book Mike Mulligan and…
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Help I’m trapped in my shapewear and can’t get out
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As I write this, there’s a woman out there struggling to free herself from a shapewear attack. Her adventure started out innocently—a relaxed weekend shopping trip, taking time to check out the fancy lingerie, and then fashion’s latest addiction—shapewear. “I’ve got the time,” she rationalizes, “I don’t recognize anyone entering the change room—why not…
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My New York love affair: with the city not a person
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So someone hands me a bag of money and tell me I have to spend it all on traveling. It’s enough for an extra long weekend, not a summer vacation. I don’t hesitate. I book a trip to New York City. “But haven’t you been there many times before?” my Canadian friends ask, as if…