April 7 2020 Dear Mom, The snow is still on the ground, although for once in the past 4 or 5 days, it didn’t snow last night. Yesterday the sun came out along with a watery blue sky. I can’t tell you how it lifted my mood- but then, almost as if a switch was … Continue reading Icicles
I woke at 5:00 am - the sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet and the streetlights cast a glow over freshly fallen snow. I stared out the bedroom window, which, in retrospect, I hadn’t done before. My routine was to get up, let the dog out, make tea, feed the pets and then to … Continue reading Two hearts forever
When I started writing I fell into a judgemental phase, which in retrospect, was not so unusual for me. I judge myself harshly. I can make all the excuses in the world for family and friends when they screw up. I will encourage them to try again, I will support their thoughts and dreams. I … Continue reading Her name is…
To my men friends, this may be an important educational read for you. To my women friends..most likely you will relate and hopefully find it slightly amusing. No one ever told me what would happen when my body aged. When my Mum went into peri-menopause, she was more or less silent about what was going … Continue reading Meno what?
I’m an artisan bread type of gal. I buy it once (sometimes twice) a week and leave it out on the counter (wrapped) for all to enjoy. Our blue and white butter dish sits on the cutting board and next to it, a fabulous bread knife. We’re bread-y kind of people. When we visited a … Continue reading Magic Bread
Some time ago I read an article, or it could have been a book, a tweet or a Facebook post...or maybe it was from a movie or a television show...nevertheless, this stuck in my mind. They posed the question, “What is on the nightstand beside your bed”? Apparently, what is placed on (or inside) your … Continue reading Nightstand
Memory flashes... Wet mittens Cloves and nutmeg An opera on the radio Mom sitting in the chair by the window, reading as the Rutabaga and potatoes boil over Windows steamed Soppy socks Telephone stand at the front door- only say ‘Hello Grampa. It’s costing a fortune because it’s not 6:00pm’. At the hospital. Lots of … Continue reading Saying goodbye