Monthly Archives: January 2012
Thoughts on Being Nana
Being a Nana has opened up a floodgate of conversation within a realm to which I am a newcomer. I thought people would be surprised that I have a grandchild since I look so young (apparently another of my illusions). … Continue reading
Just for Fun
I wish I understood poetry. Sadly, the meaning of most soars right over my wee head. So, I write poetry because at least I can understand my own. Let’s see if you can. My Gig My hide is pink; I … Continue reading
Turning Point
35 years ago today was a Sunday. The weather was much like now; rainy, cold, blowing. I slept in, wrote in my journal, didn’t have breakfast or lunch and spent the afternoon at my friend, Sharon’s house. At 6:00 p.m., … Continue reading
From There to Here
I got started at making my way in the world at the tender age of 18. I moved to Europe to attend school and ended up working at a ski-camp for a semester. Then joined by my new friends I backpacked through … Continue reading
Becoming Family
Weddings are pretty special in anyone’s books. Our family directly participated in three within four years, which is a lot, and added to it was the inevitable emotional letting go while one more offspring launched into a family of his or her own. However, the palpable loss … Continue reading
A Challenging Course
We moved to Malibu in 2008 because Gord landed a job in the maintenance department of this up-scale Young Life camp. Let’s be honest, what YL camp isn’t up-scale? Anyway, we arrived in the fall by boat and worked all … Continue reading
To the Moon
When I was 9, I remember a warm summer evening sitting crossed-legged on my living room floor with my sister, absolutely glued to our old black and white TV set. I also remember it was my dad’s excitement that trumped the … Continue reading
Soapbox on Packing Light
Have you ever noticed that when you embark on something new a plethora of advice finds its way to your wide open ears? At no time has this been more clear than when we became parents. If I had a dollar for every piece … Continue reading
What’s in a Name?
One of the most difficult things I have had to do in my lifetime is name my children. Our firstborn was without her name for her entire first month. When I considered that my children would become identified by their names, along … Continue reading
Knit Night
For years I tried and failed to acquire the fibre art skill of knitting. That was until last October when my daughter came to stay. Her needles, her yarn, and her prodding – at my pleadings – provided me with three dishclothes … Continue reading