I can’t help thinking about them as Christmas draws near. There are so many customs enjoyed together that are wrapped…
Good-bye once more, Grandpa
After Nana left us, I often called my grandfather, my last living grandparent, even when we had little to say.…
Remembering them
My grandmother used to tell me how I walked to mass with her in the mornings while living in England.…
To cherish the fall
The trees that usually shed in my corner of the world have begun their fall journey, changing from green to…
Feeling “ripped off”
How my daughter won’t have the same “grandmother” experience that I had and how that is okay My mother…
Everything small
I sat outside with my neighbour today, in our lawn chairs, suitably distanced and enjoying the late afternoon sun.…
The Other “dads”
Apart from my Dad, there were “other” Dads responsible for my existence. Without them, I would not be here.…
May 23: Three years too soon
May is a strange month. I always looked forward to the warm weather, celebrating Mother’s Day, my father’s birthday and…
Another Mother’s Day – May 2020
There’s a silver lining to staying home and safe these days. It may seem trivial, but not for me.…
Feeling the distance
This past winter, I have been reading the obituaries more often. And when I read the notices during this pandemic,…
