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”

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A Good Day

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It’s the perfect morning to pick wild blueberries: just slightly chilly but not cold; with a lovely breeze which keeps the mosquitoes and midges at bay. Continue reading “A Good Day”

The Day the Cousins Came – Finding the Common Thread

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I have a great many family photos in my home. Because my husband’s family took very few photos; because my husband tends to think I go ridiculously overboard with the number of photos adorning our walls, not to mention the number of albums taking up space on our bookshelves, I have tried to limit as many of the framed photos as possible to the tiny walls of my little office. Continue reading “The Day the Cousins Came – Finding the Common Thread”

Feeling Better

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It has been a long time since I felt well; years now, since I retired early because my body simply stopped functioning as it should. I look back at the days when I woke at 5:30 a.m. and tumbled into bed at 11:30 p.m. or so and I marvel at how I just … kept going… for such a long time. Continue reading “Feeling Better”

A Lesson on Symbolism and Love

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I vividly recall my first encounter with symbolism. I was in grade one, and my teacher read the class a poem about trees, ‘wearing dresses of white and dancing gracefully in the wind”. It had just snowed that day, and as I walked home after school, Continue reading “A Lesson on Symbolism and Love”

Grammy’s Rose Bush

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My grandmother was a devout and obedient French Catholic. Being extremely poor and little educated, my grandparents never made decisions the church might disapprove of without Continue reading “Grammy’s Rose Bush”

“Mom! You Look Just Like a…”

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I write an awful lot about the years when I first got divorced. Not because those years haunt me; not because the painful bits are seared into my memory Continue reading ““Mom! You Look Just Like a…””