The Woman at the Bus Stop

I am sitting in the bus station, waiting for my daughter to arrive. I am alone except for a young mother who is sitting way over in the farthest corner. Her son is perhaps two-and-a-half, maybe three years old, and he is a handful.

A Few Things You Should Know About Me Before We Get Married

I hate to cook. I mean, really, really hate to cook. Given the choice between cooking for four people or washing dishes for 100, I will take the dishes, every time.

My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment

There is so much out there, these days, about being mindful; about being in the moment. There is even a Mindfulness for Dummies book (I confess that I have it on my bookshelf although I have yet to read it).

Looks Can Be Deceiving

I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies.

More Cowbell…

It is a parent’s job to embarrass their kids. And it’s a kid’s job to be embarrassed by their parents.

The List (Confessions of a Neurotic Mother)

Confession number one: I was an uptight mother.

I Hope You Have Changed

My mother is the Queen of Stain Removal.

Mom, Did You Ever Take Drugs?

My husband is always telling me that I am far too open with my children about, well, everything.

The Fairy Tree: Part 1: The Door

When we were looking for a house in our home province after having been away for over 35 years, all we knew for certain was that I wanted to live in a place with trees and my husband wanted to live near water.

The Fairy Tree: Part 2: It All Falls Down

We moved into our new home in the spring and that year, the first snow came early, in October. Typically, first snow is very fluffy, full of moisture and extremely heavy. While it is always beautiful, it can also be potentially dangerous, especially for an older roof or a weak, dying tree.