A few weeks ago, you wrote about the stress of moving and I nodded in sympathy when you spoke of the upheaval in your life.
Perhaps the upheaval has moved to London, because now it’s my turn to enjoy the fun of moving! We don’t own our home, which, in theory, should make our departure easier than yours. We just pack, exit stage left, hand back the keys and skidaddle.
Um, not quite. Continue reading
Don’t buy drugs. Burn them and pretend to do a newscast about their dangers. That way, you get them for free. Continue reading
If you’ve been following along for the past few months, you’ll know Karen and her husband decided last fall to downsize from their 3-bedroom house to a condominium.
We’ll be honest, it was a bit of a slog. Continue reading
I used to spend a lot of my time in the emergency room at our local children’s hospital. And by “a lot” I mean “many of the staff knew me on sight.” Of course, they all called me “Mum,” but I didn’t take it personally. They called all female adults that.
When you’re the parent of a child with asthma, emergency rooms are just a fact of life. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, Lars and I were invited to visit a friend in Dublin. Did we have to be asked twice? Nope.
Last time we were there, we stayed for a week and loved it. Fully intending to return one day, it didn’t occur to us that it would be 4 years between visits. Continue reading