My gentleman associate and I had the opportunity to visit with his cousin and his cousin’s wife for an evening last week. They were visiting this end of Canada from their end on the opposite side, and they reached out to see if any of the family wanted to get together with them. Heck yeah, […]
Tomorrow, I start the last year of my 40’s, which is an amuse bouche best served with a little Run-DMC. Why *you* buggin’?
Twenty-four years ago, on a balmy August Friday, my gentleman associate and I got married. We all did the macarena at the reception, but it was either that or the chicken dance, so I guess that’s something. I will be including neither of those on today’s playlist, friends, but should you feel so inclined, I’m […]
In the summers of my youth, it meant the Top Songs of All Time on the radio, playing all weekend until Sunday night when they would reveal the Number One Song. This weekend was the same, and different.
When I was in Grade 12, as part of a history project, I invited my Uncle Jack to come speak to my class. I don’t remember exactly what the assignment was about, but there was some aspect of the mosaic style of immigration in Canada. What I do remember is that he said that our […]
How many is too many? I both love and don’t love them. And I may need to add another to the ranks.
What’s the benefit being a killjoy? Absolutely nothing.
Sometimes, love is measured with a cranky waffle iron.
. When someone is facing a challenge, we send them, in whatever words we individually wrap around them, our support. We focus energy outward for the benefit of someone else. And sometimes, that someone perceives it and it provides a however-brief respite from their troubles.
Every September, I inventory the jars in my basement to ensure that there are enough get La Famiglia through the crappy-tomato-months of winter. And no matter what the total, I’m never convinced it’s actually enough.