Friday’s regular ImPort Stanley post is taking this week off. It’s Remembrance Day. I’ve just discovered that one of my late relatives is part of a legendary military tragedy that took the lives of 27 men.
…Remembering the Lost Patrol Read More »
Attending public appearances was a regular part of my long broadcasting career. Emceeing, live broadcasts, presenting awards – staple ingredients in the stew of being in the public eye and trying to grow a following. Early on, I would get so nervous that I’d nearly throw up before I went on a stage.
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It’s not just because of all the doorbell ringing on Halloween last night! He is not a fan of the drop-in visit.
…Cuddles: A Cat Out of Sorts Read More »
One thing the pandemic has taught us is the value of the nation’s workers. Grocery store employees are essential. Nurses and PSWs are indispensable. This causes me to wonder how essential oils were placed in such a category. But I digress.
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SIXTY! Sixty??? Sixty. My birthday was on Saturday. It was Thanksgiving, the day I was born, October 8, 1962. My arrival put thoughts of turkey dinner on hold. A story I heard many times over the years.
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Finally, we got aboard the Port Stanley Terminal Rail and took a two-hour train ride to see the fall colours.
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In Roz Weston’s raw and intimate memoir, A Little Bit Broken, he writes about his first experience with therapy. (I don’t know whether he had more experiences. I’m still reading the book.) Tiny spoiler alert: Roz clearly needed therapy but didn’t return after one session. I get it. I didn’t go back after my first session either. My mom wouldn’t let me.
…Opening Up to Therapy While There’s Still Time Read More »
Hummingbirds were slow to discover our feeder but once they did, they must have gone onto Hummingbird Trip Advisor and given us 5 stars.
…Falling for Autumn – Import Stanley Read More »
In addition to a goodie bag, some terrific contacts and great advice, I came home from the VO North conference in Toronto with Covid-19. My blog post about the conference published last week before I knew I was sick.
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We’re about a month away from Ontario’s municipal election. The most important issues for Port Stanley as a whole seem to be:
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I spent last weekend in Toronto attending the VO North conference; a gathering of voice-over pros and those who want to be.
…People Who Get Peoply Are the Luckiest People Read More »
Before Covid, kids, there were things called facials! They felt great and they left your skin feeling nourished and pampered.
…About Face – ImPort Stanley Read More »
I’ll admit it. I’m one of those people who judges a blue box if I walk past and notice non-recyclables in it. I study recycling rules like I’m cramming for the finals. And it looks like some of my neighbours are just winging it and hoping to pass. But it’s really not all their fault.
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Yes, this is the unofficial end of summer. Kids back in school. Summer-only activities rolled up like so many yoga mats. But as a woman who puts her faith in science, I’m sticking to September 22 as the last day of summer. That’s still several days from now. (I’m not a woman of math!)
…The Last Days of Summer Read More »
I started a handful of blog posts to publish today.
…To Blog or Not To Blog Read More »
Here we are, considering a second attempt at becoming cat-toting RV owners. One concern is bigger than all the others. Even more important than gas prices or where to park for the night.
…Cuddles the Cat – A Road Warrior or the Stay-at-Home Type?Read More »
Cuddles the Cat – A Road Warrior or the Stay-at-Home Type? Read More »
Summer and ice cream. They’re inseparable. Visitors to Port Stanley tend to pair their stay with a stop at legendary Shaw’s Ice Cream, just outside town.
…We All Scream for Ice Cream – ImPort Stanley Read More »
My back yard in the north Toronto neighbourhood of Willowdale was the closest thing to a cottage that I ever owned. It was private, fenced in, surrounded by cedars. I could enjoy the inground pool without feeling watched. On long weekends, it felt like the entire city emptied and headed for cottage country. I only had to open a sliding door to get there.
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