We kept them and kept them for years and years. The castle, the cowboy town, the Robin Hood tree house, the pirate ship. The digger, the grater, the cement mixer. The wooden train sets, both Thomas and Brio, which were combined to make a single set. We waited and waited for someone else to play … Continue reading Selling My Son’s Childhood
It wasn't supposed to be a whirlwind. It really wasn't. It was supposed to be a leisurely road trip between Halifax and Toronto that allowed us to visit some other places, like Quebec City for a couple of days on the way there and perhaps the 1000 Island area of Kingston on the way back. … Continue reading The Perfect Whirlwind
He was smiling ear to ear, excited yet patient. The same way he was at the mall that day in December. The day he waited to ask Santa Claus if he could go to the North Pole with him and be an elf. Dressed in his brand new Mickey Mouse T-shirt and shorts and holding … Continue reading Remembering This Particular First Day
I change my outfit three times. I'm not sure what to wear. Something slimming always because she is not one who held respect for women she calls "big girls." I don't know why I still worry about her opinion but I do. She once called my sister fat while fitting her wedding dress. I put … Continue reading Insecurities
When she is dormant, life is calmer. There is less dropping of things and breaking of things and running into things. Multitasking, always a challenge, is much easier. Instructions and processes get carried out correctly or almost correctly. But when that bitchy ditz makes an appearance, things can get crazy and my lack of focus … Continue reading When The Ditz Rears Her Unfocused Head
Now doesn't that sound like a whine from a pathetic friendless lonely person who spends her days pining for a life filled with people and social events. I assure you that this is not the case. Although I could probably count the total number of friends I possess on less than two hands; and although … Continue reading I Need Playmates
Every now and then I ask myself this all important question. This is more in the context of where did I come from? Yes, I know how babies are made! I am thinking more in terms of my heritage. What in my family's history has made me who I am? What do I have to … Continue reading Really, Who Am I?
It was frustrating and stressful. It was the first day of high school, and I couldn't find the right lineup to get into or any one to help me figure out how/where to obtain my class schedule. It was 1975. There was no technology for this type of administrative task back then. There wouldn't be … Continue reading Just When I thought I Was getting Boring
By the time we all reach my current age of 64, most of us have received a great many Christmas gifts over the years. From the play dishes sets as little girls to the cap guns as little boys. (Boy I would have liked a cap gun when I was a kid. The dishes didn't … Continue reading Memorable Gifts
So here we are heading towards the BIG day at full throttle as always; and here I am in my usual December state, which is pretty stress free compared to most people. And why am I so stress free? Because I decided to be, a decision that has worked pretty good for me for many … Continue reading Mid December
I had felt old for a long time, like a housekeeper, like a working mother; but my body lagged behind. By fourteen, my best friend, had blossomed into a medium-sized-woman while I was still stuck in the children’s pages of the Sears Catalogue. Girls size 12 to be exact and just beginning to outgrow the … Continue reading Late Blooming
My sister is dyslexic. She struggled through school and most of her life. She wasn't diagnosed until she was in her fifties so you can imagine how frustrating things were for her when she was young in the 60's and 70's, and no one knew what dyslexia was or what to do about it. And … Continue reading Can’t Spell… You May (Or May Not) Be Dyslexic
Seriously don't ask. I have no interest or desire to hold the baby... any baby. Who decided that women automatically loved babies and lived to hold babies? And if you didn’t like doing this, you were weird and unnatural. Perhaps your femininity was questioned. Perhaps you were considered a terrible and uncaring mother. Where did … Continue reading Don’t Ask Me To Hold The Baby
Early, early, early this morning, we dropped JT off at the airport. He is heading off to Basic Training for three weeks to complete the necessary requirements for his entry into the Reserves as a musician, a process that started almost two years ago but was delayed due to Covid. He arrived in April, and … Continue reading Strawberry Shortcake, Blueberry Grunt, Banana Cream Pie and Family Meals
I don't know about you, but June makes me think of weddings, although I was actually married in August. And what I really end up thinking is: why do we bother. How many movies have we all seen about the craziness of weddings? Yes I know they are movies but the writing usually has actual … Continue reading If I had to do it all over again…
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