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…
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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…