One more post on transitions and the memories that mark them: My chicken legs story marked my emergence into pre-adolescence. Today I have another story,…
Last week’s ‘Chicken Legs’ post apparently struck a nerve for some readers. My intention was not to garner sympathy because I had been bullied, but rather…
In grade five I started at a new school. Serving a mostly rural area, there were four classrooms with one wide hallway down the centre,…
As a kid I once asked my father “What is time?” He gave me a typical adult answer; “Time is like money, something we could…
I have a beautiful lamp that once belonged to a favoured aunt of mine. The base of the lamp is glass and designed to look…
I have sacrificed my thumbs for my mind. I have what are commonly referred to as ‘mommy thumbs’, an affliction resulting from overuse and over-stretching…
A couple in a canoe are committed to cooperating. No need to spell out what happens if one person chooses not to cooperate, either by…
January 1 has no magic. There is a cycle to everything — years, seasons, life, diets and exercise routines. The trick is to recognize…
“Forgot, forgot forgot! That’s all I ever hear from you!” went my Mother’s shrill lament… I rely on this memory as evidence that I have…
Recently in Ontario there has been controversy over the sex education being taught in our public schools. Speaking only for myself, I will say I…