One Year Later
It’s one year to the day that cancer took our Mom. She was 80 and had been through a few years of treatments, hope, despair, pain, and ultimately, peace.
…It’s one year to the day that cancer took our Mom. She was 80 and had been through a few years of treatments, hope, despair, pain, and ultimately, peace.
…The beginning of a new school year always makes me think of warm clothes like long sweaters and stiff cords. I remember an ugly belted sweater I wore until it practically disintegrated. And the sound of corduroys brushing against themselves as I walked quickly down the hallway at South Lincoln High School. You wanted to move fast because the Hare brothers, Craig Nelson and Jerald Collens were standing at the end of the hall. With folded arms they silently judged the girls rounding the corner to history class or the gym. You had to pass by, there was no way around it.
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London is the largest city in Ontario without a green bin program. “It’s coming later this year”, they say. Forgive my uncharacteristic cynicism but I’ll believe it when I see it!
…Today marks the 81st year of my Mother’s birth. It’s also 10 months less a day since she died.
…One day last week, after wearing ourselves out doing moving stuff, Derek and I flopped in front of the TV for some Netflix. I picked a documentary on Norman Lear, the creative genius behind the biggest TV hits of the 70’s; All in the Family, Good Times, The Jeffersons, etc. The doc is called Just Another Version of You.
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When you’ve moved as often as we have in recent years, you learn to temper your expectations. Live in the moment. Perfection is unattainable. Something is bound to go wrong. Roll with it or lose your stomach lining!
…All the Right Moves Read More »
Officially, we won’t be country bumpkins in three days. The big move-out is on Friday. Some straggling stuff will still need to be hoofed over to Port Stanley. But for all intents and purposes, on Friday we’re out.
…I’ll Miss (some of) This Read More »
I was sorting through a couple of small containers of stuff I hadn’t dealt with in a while when I found the button. I’ve since thrown it out, but I recreated it for you above.
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Greetings my little dumplings! Yes it’s me, your friendly supermodel furball, Miss Sugar. I’m coming back out of blogger retirement to share the craziest story of my life (so far).
…Miss Sugar Returns (It Can Only Mean One Thing) Read More »
I wasn’t his closest friend, nor did I know him the longest among our little group. About 12 years. But I want to tell you what I do know about our friend Louis Christian Charland who died suddenly of a heart attack today. (UPDATE: Louis did not suffer a heart attack. He had a bacterial infection in his heart.)
…It’s an indescribable feeling when, for the first time in your life, you won’t celebrate Mother’s Day.
…I’ll tell you what I don’t know. A LOT!
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When brother Dave came back to Ontario to be near family advocates during his cancer ordeal, he brought a friend with him.
…An exchange of dialogue on last week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy gave me a little lightbulb moment. (Spoiler warning!)
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I think we all can get a little anxious when it comes to our health. So why add to that anxiety, even if we’re “allowed” to?
…Too Much Information Read More »
Women of my vintage put up with a lot of crap. Passed over for a promotion because of our gender. Looked through when it came to gathering opinions around the boardroom table. (I was the only female on a management team, for a time.) It was part of the deal. Early on, I was confused about relationships. I never knew whether I had “the right” to be firm with men who were treating me like a thing. Being a “nice girl” didn’t help.
…Nice Girls Finish Last Read More »