Facebook really knows how to deliver the news. Whatever’s going on in the world, it ends up there in some way, shape or form. Guaranteed. So much of it is bullshit baffling...
I recently finished reading All My Puny Sorrows by Miriam Toews. Like her other novels, it too was beautifully written and a brilliant read. After I finished the book, I said...
I love to read. I end each day snuggled under my shabby chic bedding, with my head propped on a stack of soft marshmallowy pillows, reading glasses perched on the end of my...
I’m a lucky woman. I was born and raised in a small town in Northwestern Ontario at a time when career options were somewhat limited for women. Or more specifically, my vision...
I love To Do lists. They keep me organized. Help me to remember. Remind me of what’s important. They keep things orderly. Sweet and simple. Neat and tidy. I love the...
I like lists. I find them quite useful. They keep me organized. Or at least they create the illusion of doing so. A nifty thing about lists is how they come chock-a-block...
When I was younger. “So much younger than today,” as the Beatles sang in Help, I boasted that I didn’t regret anything. “It’s pointless,” I declared self-assuredly....
Thomas Wolfe once wrote that, “You can’t go home again.” Part of me believes that is true. Yet part of me thinks you can. I just did. It took ten years and a 50th...
Verse: I’m the strength in your most fragile moment I’m the whisper in the dead of night I’m the hand that heaven sent you And I’m here to bring you light. Chorus: I’m...
Last summer I did something I never thought I ever do. Again. I got married. E and I had a long courtship. Almost twenty years. We weren’t avoiding getting married. ...
