Sometimes, when I walk my son to school, Iβm a million miles awayβ¦Holding his hand, answering questions as they arise, often coaxing him on so we wonβt be late. But, when not in active conversation, Iβm 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 donβt know anymore, never really knew, and he certainly wonβt ever know. Distant people…
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The Worst Holiday that was Supposed to be the Best…
Although my son canβt wait to go back next Christmasβ¦ 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…