I Actually Remember This Day in 1985 and No, It’s Not My Birthday
Today, we're taking a trip down memory lane: July 13th 1985. My mum, my grandparents and I embarked on a month-long trip to England, France and Scotland, departing Toronto on…
The June Cleaver of Keswick. Only fatter. And funnier, with more kids and fewer aprons.
Today, we're taking a trip down memory lane: July 13th 1985. My mum, my grandparents and I embarked on a month-long trip to England, France and Scotland, departing Toronto on…
How I arm myself to face difficult conversations or situations.
One morning this week, I had the house to myself. This is a rare and much appreciated happening. For the past two years, I've listened to audiobooks using earphones while…
When a cashier takes an instant dislike to me, it makes for a long, painful check out during my weekly shopping trip.
This is a true story. There is not one word of a lie, no single misleading statement nor exaggeration included herein. I was going to start this post with "Honestly"…
Updates on the blog are few and far between these days. Life is busy. Anxiety runs high while coping mechanisms continue to fail me. But that's another post for another…
After an unprovoked attack on our apple trees last year, this year I decided to be proactive and try to defend them against our local deer gang. This is how…
Generally, I am in constant (non-aerobic, because I'm mostly a sloth) motion and do "stuff" from the time that I rise in the morning until the moment I burrow back…
Yesterday afternoon, while two of my smalls (who are all more in the medium-large range, if I’m being honest) worked on their school work and the other two wondered around…