A week or so ago, our friend Beth Havey from Boomer Highway asked me to take a look at her manuscript, A Mother’s Time Capsule. It’s a series of short stories about being a mother, growing up along with your kids.
I was delighted, and touched that she’d ask.
Last week was a bit hairy for me—learning a new software package for work, plus house showings, plus my trip to and from Toronto—but when I finally sat down with the stories over the weekend, I felt sorry I’d waited. Continue reading
Tomorrow being Mother’s Day and all, we decided it was time to re-run an old favourite about our own dear mother.
Okay, it was our old favourite, but we hope you’ll like it too.
Quotations from Chairman Mum
Our mother was a master advice-giver, dispensing bon mots like olives at a cocktail party. In fact, she had so many, it’s hard for us to choose just one.
Instead, we’ve opted for a “best of” approach. Prepare yourself. Continue reading
I remember your first apartment, or perhaps I should call it room. It was, to my memory, in a beautiful, old home, the type that would have held one family, 4 servants, gardener, and a coachman, back in the 1800s.
In the 1970s, it was a little dilapidated, but still had an air of elegance to it…if you ignored the quilts in place of curtains, the mis-matched dishes and cutlery, and the excessive amounts of tofu and bean sprouts in the kitchen.
Oh, and the smell of pot. Continue reading
After more than 30 years of not taking part in any elections, I’m finally allowed to vote. I couldn’t feel more proud.
The last (and co-incidentally, first) time I voted was in a vote of Non-Confidence, which ousted Joe Who? Clark from the Prime Ministership, paving the way for Pierre Trudeau to stage his comback. I was just 18 years old. I believe the year was 1980.
Since then, I’ve never entered a voting booth. Continue reading
Ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strain. Thanks, David Bowie, for putting it so well.
Like you, we’re also facing the strain of a few changes this summer.
Lars and I will begin our summer in one home, and end up in another, in a different country and continent. Continue reading