Paw Prints On My Heart. — episode 4 — Taffy
Taffy joined our family in Windsor. She was the result of a mistaken identity- a friend of mom’s bought her thinking she was a Cairn Terrier. This friend was possibly the most glamorous woman I had ever seen. Her makeup was always perfect. She had an array of salon-styled, human hair wigs in a variety […]
My imaginary friend
Having had several false starts on a blog post this weekend I’ve decided to write about not getting one done. I don’t know what happens to me when the words just won’t come together, when the blank page throws down and wins. It isn’t for lack of a story to tell – there are several […]
Where there is smoke…
British Columbia is experiencing an extreme fire season. Vancouver has been socked in with smoke for over a week. People have been complaining about the air quality, the haze in the sky and the smell of smoke for days. We can’t even see the mountains across the river for the blanket of smoke that has […]
Paw Prints On My Heart — episode 3 — Gyp
I guess mom and dad thought Gypsy was such a perfect dog name they used it again. We called this dog Gyp – she was the first family dog my siblings and I shared and can remember together. It’s not nice to talk trash about anybody’s mother, human or dog, but Gyp’s mother must have […]
Whose accomplishment is this?
One of my kids celebrated a birthday this week – a yearly occurrence 3 times over in this house. As always, the birthday prompted a quiet, personal journey for me, back to the actual birth day of the kid. If I were given an opportunity to relive a week of days in my life, three […]
What about Ken?
I read a memoir once (I think it was Carol Burnett’s) — where the writer recalled playing Barbie with her friends. Apparently the Ken doll got to kiss Barbie goodbye and head off for work with a quick toss under the bed. He would remain there while Barbie and her pals went about their day […]
Paw Prints On My Heart — episode 2 — Gypsy (and George)
If I close my eyes and listen through the decades I can hear the excited tapping of paws on the linoleum floor of our kitchen in Calgary. Gypsy was a happy old soul, an ancient Cocker Spaniel. She had been my grandmother's dog. Gramma sent her to Calgary in a crate on the train with [...]
The Written Word
I have a confession to make – I’m a relative newbie to this “written word thing”. I’ve listened to authors being interviewed and heard stories of lifelong desires to write – I can make no such claim. In fact, I was never even much of a reader until I turned 40 (I’m a late bloomer). […]
The Cold War and Me
I know I just posted yesterday but I was watching the news last night – North Korea tested yet another missle. This is scary. It has prompted me to post again today. Our world is in chaos right now – there is a nut in North Korea who has built himself a giant gun […]
Some things are worth the price.
I’m sitting here tonight icing my knee – an old injury has come back to haunt. I hate it when this happens, I feel so damned old. I’d like to tell you that I ran a marathon today, but alas, I did not – I went to the beach this afternoon, made the trek on […]