First Home, Full Circle

First Home, Full Circle

Our house sold in five days. It will be the first home for the young couple who bought it, as it was ours. During the summer of 1995, my husband (then boyfriend) Shane and I decided that we were finished with paying rent.  Vacancy rates were less than one percent in...

Making our Home a House

Making our Home a House

Our house is officially for sale.  We have spent the last two and a half weeks clearing, purging and cleaning.  Recycling, shredding and donating.  Collecting, sorting and giving away.  Patching, repainting and rearranging. It’s now cleaner, feels bigger and repairs...

Letting Go (of Things)

Letting Go (of Things)

Four weeks tomorrow my husband starts his new job. Quebec City, here we come!  We have spent the last two weeks preparing the house for sale. Twenty-four years of life and living under one roof and the “stuff” to go with it. We’ve been clearing out closets, downsizing...

Thank you for Serving

Thank you for Serving

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. - Laurence Binyon As I watch the Remembrance Day coverage on television, the distant look in...

He Taught You?

He Taught You?

I recently worked as a Poll Clerk for the Canadian federal election.  If you voted last week, you were likely served at your polling station by two people.  The first handed you the ballot.  The other probably had their head down, pen and ruler in hand, frantically...

Stronger Than She Knew

Stronger Than She Knew

I looked down at my phone as it rang.  My heart sank as I saw my cousin’s name. His mother, my Godmother, was in intensive care.  She had developed an infection during her cancer treatment and its cause was still a mystery. I had texted to let her know I was thinking...

Seven Years Ago Today

Seven Years Ago Today

We lost Dad seven years ago today. He passed in the morning of September 26, 2012, after an all-night vigil and was surrounded by those who loved him most. I received a phone call the previous afternoon from his girlfriend. “He said he couldn’t do it anymore and told...

I Can’t Remember

I Can’t Remember

I am sitting at the table staring through the window.  As the dry birch leaves fall, I will myself to think back ten years.  I am trying to remember a family meeting my dad, my sister and I had with my mom.  She was in hospice at that point, and it was something to do...

September Milestones

September Milestones

As my paddle dips into the calm surface of the lake, I think about how the same day, week, or month can hold different meaning for different people.  September marks the anniversary of many milestones in my life – both happy and less so.  I know it does for others...

Making a Change

Making a Change

Fifteen months ago, my husband submitted his application for a new job opportunity.  He has been working in the same office for the last nineteen years – he enjoys his job (and is good at what he does) but we decided we were game for a change. I remember how I felt as...

Because It’s Hard

Because It’s Hard

“I am writing a book about my mom's journey with ALS and how it changed my life. Thinking about that time, putting myself back in touch with the emotions is harder than I expected it to be.  After weeks of work with Tammy Plunkett of Big Sky Author Services, building...

For the Love of Dogs

For the Love of Dogs

Late last week, my mother in law said goodbye to her dog Henry. It was almost two years to the day that his litter mate Jasmine died in her arms.  Though it was not unexpected, it was a very difficult day for her. Five days later, friends of ours had to make the...

The Cemetery, a Beautiful Place

The Cemetery, a Beautiful Place

Many years ago, I was part of the horticulture crew at a beautiful old cemetery.  Our small team was responsible for the planting and care of acres of ornamental flower beds. We worked from April until the ground froze or the budget ran out.  I loved the work. Weekly...

Polly, George and Tessie

Polly, George and Tessie

Like my nephews and niece, I had lost four of my five grandparents by the time I was 19.  At the time, I was too young and distracted to appreciate their experiences and knowledge. Too young to take the time to sit and listen to their stories. I wish I knew then what...

Nobody Sees the Weeds

Nobody Sees the Weeds

I am helping a friend’s parents with their garden this summer.  The large heritage property, built circa 1865, is framed with many flower beds. Two of my favorite things – plants and an old building! There are three of us helping the owners to maintain the grounds. ...

Grandparents’ Love

Grandparents’ Love

My sister’s middle child, my nephew, graduated from high school last week.  His prom was two days later.  As I was choosing a card to acknowledge this milestone in his life, I couldn’t help but notice all of the “grandson” graduation cards.  After all these years, it...

Seventy Five Years

Seventy Five Years

Yesterday, June 6 2019, marked the 75th anniversary of D Day – a massive Allied invasion that started the Battle of Normandy and was the beginning of the end of World War II.  Canadians stormed the beach at Juno 14,000 strong.  Canadian forces saw 359 casualties and...

Mom was Right

Mom was Right

Mother's Day is difficult, and has been for the last ten years. I lost my Mom to ALS in 2009. She’s no longer here to thank and to spoil every second Sunday in May. Truth be told, I would probably put a card in the mail and call her. Unless she made the effort to come...

Can You Buy Me a Meal

Can You Buy Me a Meal

It's not yet seven o'clock in the morning.  A clump of us are walking from the bus stop to our respective offices to start the week, our heads down.  I see the feet of a man standing on the sidewalk in the cold rain, asking for food. "Can you buy me a meal...for a...

Music Memories

Music Memories

I close my eyes as the first notes of the song come through my headphones. “Me and my friends, we’re all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing but there’s no way we ever could...” John Mayer’s Waiting on the World to Change -  the song my nephew had to have...