Spring Flooding & Other Miscellany.
I’m thinking of spring flooding this week, my friend. The water is rising in New Brunswick, and I am thinking of home. For many reasons.
The Prodigal Child Returns
I‘m home in New Brunswick this week. The prodigal child returns, so to speak. I’ve been drinking tea, chatting, and spending time with Mum.
Late November Doings
November has been a wonderful month this year. Even late November, which is usually a dark, wet, harbinger of winter. But not this year.
We Get Knocked Down, But We Get Up Again
We get knocked down, but we can get up again. Hopefully. With lots of love and support. And guts and determination. And a great sense of humour.
Family Ties… Again
What is the meaning of family, anyway? To me it means I know who I know, and love who I love.
Childless By Choice or By Chance
At my book club a week or so ago, we discussed the use of the term “childless.” I say “we” but, actually, I started the discussion. Someone used the term innocently, in a comment, and I admit I ranted …
Of Boots, and Bonnets, and Baby Sisters.
I’ve been rhapsodizing over Easter bonnets quite a bit lately, it seems. On this blog and over on Brenda Ray Coffee’s blog 1010 Park Place. Waxing nostalgic over Easter bonnets, new shoes, and other spring finery. It’s a perfect year to …
Travels with a Ninety Year Old
You know, I’ve learned a lesson this past week, folks, while I’ve been home with my mum. If you want great service everywhere you go, and for everyone you meet to smile at you and try to be helpful. If …
Voices in Our Head
In a recent phone call, my mum told me that when she first wakes in the morning, and is wondering if she has the desire to start her day, or the strength to get out of bed, she hears my …