Sometimes, when I walk my son to school, I’m a million miles away…Holding his hand, answering questions as they arise, often coaxing him on so we won’t be late. But, when not in active conversation, I’m somewhere else. Lost in memories, good or bad, from the past. Nothing to do with him. Life events from another lifetime. Featuring people who I don’t know anymore, never really knew, and he certainly won’t ever know. Distant people…
Stories
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In Spain, March Showers bring April Flowers…
I am a chronic and habitual lover of rain. I can’t say for sure when this started; I think it had something to do with not having to rake leaves or pick up sticks off the lawns when it rained at the cottage as a child. Ever since childhood, I…
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The Worst Holiday that was Supposed to be the Best…
Although my son can’t wait to go back next Christmas… I have waited my whole life, but officially for the last five years, for my small child to be still small, but old enough to take ski lessons.It is my duty as both a lifelong skier and Canadian to ensure…