Celebrating My Accomplishments Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 5

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After a near-drowning at age 5, I was always a little fearful of water as a child. Canadian summers are hot, though, and my mother – likely glad to have us out of her hair for awhile – always encouraged my sister and I to head over to the local outdoor swimming pool with our friends. I was not a very good swimmer, but I spent many happy summer days paddling around that little pool with my friends. Just thinking about those days brings back to mind the sharp reek of chlorine, the delicious feel of sun on our skin and the muted din of dozens of kids shrieking, laughing and simultaneously calling out to their friends. Continue reading “Celebrating My Accomplishments Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 5”

Getting Rid of the Garbage (Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 4)

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I expect it has been many years since you have given me a thought but I want you to know that I have not forgotten you. Continue reading “Getting Rid of the Garbage (Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 4)”

Saying Farewell, Once and For All (Pandemic Clean Up: Post 3)

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I was blessed – in more ways than I can count – to give birth first to a boy and then to a girl. It wouldn’t have mattered to me what their gender was, but it was a gift to have both in my life, and to observe, from the very subjective vantage point of a mother, how very different little boys and little girls can be. Continue reading “Saying Farewell, Once and For All (Pandemic Clean Up: Post 3)”

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 2

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I think I have known that I wanted to be a writer since I was in Grade 2. Continue reading “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Pandemic Clean-Up: Post 2”

Being Stuck With My Mother’s Stuff: Pandemic Clean-Up Post 1

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I’m pretty sure I’ve written about my mother’s stuff before – I could effortlessly write a whole book about my mother’s stuff, truth be told. She is one of those annoying women who keeps everything; who places a priceless value on each item she owns (and which she has dubbed, her ‘treasures’), from little notes my sister and I wrote to her as children, to every single card we ever gave her, to her collection of rocks, her collection of doilies, her collection of linen table cloths, her baskets, my Grammy’s sewing scissors (that no longer work), a whole bunch of carved wooden acorns (?), a unique lamp that is pretty but is no longer safe to plug in (vintage 1949), old cassettes I can no longer play but suspect include the voices of now-diseased loved ones. Continue reading “Being Stuck With My Mother’s Stuff: Pandemic Clean-Up Post 1”

Why Isn’t There an Instruction Manual for ‘Adulting’?

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“Mom, what is this thing and do I need to include it with my income tax return documents?” asks my clearly exasperated daughter, with no preamble, as she holds up the document in question to the screen so I can take a look. Continue reading “Why Isn’t There an Instruction Manual for ‘Adulting’?”

A Word or Two About Trust

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When I was about five years old, some family friends took me and my three-year-old sister off my parent’s hands for an afternoon of fun, to frolic beside the pool at the hotel where they were staying. I recall that it was a beautiful, perfect, sunny day: the outdoor pool looked enormous to me but I expect that if I could see it today, I would discover it was really quite small. There was a wide set of stairs leading down into the shallow end and I spent long, pleasant minutes tentatively edging my way down to the floor of the pool. There were a number of other families there and, unable to swim myself, I watched the older kids diving off the board and swimming in the deep end with a great deal of longing.

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One of My Greatest Achievements

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Back in the 1970s, I was just a kid when I first started hearing about acid rain, holes in the ozone layer, air pollution, light pollution, noise pollution, water pollution and runaway litter. I was well into my twenties – back in the 1980s – when folks started really seriously talking about the importance of recycling. And I must have been in my forties before I actually received – from my municipality – a Blue Bin for my glass, plastic and paper. Continue reading “One of My Greatest Achievements”

Step-Parent

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When I was giving birth, the last thing I could ever have envisaged was sharing my children with another woman. Not in the cards. Not going to happen. Until, of course, it did. I hated not being a full-time mother to my children. I resented the full-time, never-divorced mothers who would say to me “Well it must be great to get a regular break from your kids like that.” Although words like that always felt like a slap in the face, I remained politely mute, but I wanted to cry my eyes out. Continue reading “Step-Parent”