This week has been kind of meh around here, in the in-between. Not summer or fall, not happy or sad, neither one thing nor the other.

The return home from vacation is, to me, as good as the vacation itself. I love to come home and pick up the threads of our day-to-day lives.

Good morning, friends. I won’t be doing a post today, so I beg your indulgence … again. We’re packing up as I write. Well, Hubby is, I’m obviously doing this. We’re heading home early, early tomorrow morning. This afternoon we ...

I'm thinking about family lately and the ties that bind. Those that loosen up over time and distance. And how I need to remedy that.

I’m sorry there will be no post this week. I’m off to Calgary due to a family emergency.

The end of June always triggers significant memories for me. Memories of being a student, and of being a teacher.

Summer mornings on the deck evoke a kind of mellow contentment for Hubby and me. Sipping tea, chatting, watching doings on the river.

On reconnecting with old friends. No matter how long it's been since you've seen each other, even decades of absence fall away.

I'm signing off for two weeks while I do family stuff down east.

Let's talk about our faces, about beauty interventions. And the pressure to look young, and why it's better to resist rather than capitulate.