Things I will not do this summer: I will not attempt to live off my land. I will not purchase plants that I will then neglect. I will not entertain people in my backyard. I despise gardening.  I do not like weeding, watering or pruning.  I do not like watching a tomato slowly ripen to…

Two months ago my eye doctor cheerfully told me that I had graduated to bifocals.  Last week, my doctor confirmed that I was in the midst of the madness known as menopause.  And this morning I hung out with an orthopedist in the hopes of getting my arthritic feet some relief.   Oh joy! This barrage…

I am a mentor to a group of young girls at Rebound, a local youth centre.  We meet every two weeks for two hours.  We eat, craft, talk, dance and laugh together.  Our time is loosely structured.  Sometimes the conversations are heavy but most of the time they are light and fluffy.  After the first…

I have been walking this path for a long time.  It leads me through valleys and mountains, rivers and deserts, forests and fields but what I long for is a light to guide my way. Without a light I do not see the dangers lurking along the edges of the path and I am uncertain…

“People like to think of you as a certain person, or a certain type of person, and they do love to give you a label. We like luggage labels, and we like people labels.”   – Clare Balding I love my bright pink leather luggage label.  I can immediately spot it among the dozens of little…

I wrote this pre-blog about two years ago.  Ah the memories. As consciousness slowly flickers I hear the distant garbled sounds of something glugging.  I lie in my bed listening to the familiar yet-to-be identified sound.  The glugging intensifies and just before I hear the splat I realize it not a glugging something but a…

My year of possibility is off to a brilliant start.   Two things I have discovered are possible: You can give yourself a concussion while putting on your boots. I can be forced into stillness. Yes, it is ridiculous but true.  It happened while rushing out the door to pick my girls up from school on…

The New Year lies before me like a beautiful, new journal.   Crisp, clean, perfect pages ready for the story I will tell.  As I inhale the papery goodness I am euphoric with possibility. This is not the year of resolutions or goals.  This is the year of possibility.  Possibility can’t be broken or unmet.  It…

This past summer my husband and I decided to move our family from Hamilton to Sarnia.  Family and friends had many questions.  Why are you moving?  Why now?  Why Sarnia?  Have you lost your minds? There are many reasons to question our mental stability but this decision was not one of them. Ten years ago…