My dad loves sardines. Open his cupboards and you’re sure to find a couple tins of those little slippery fish.I remember eating them as a child, although now, in the “prime of life”, I’m not such a fan. One thing is for sure. We never ever considered them to be high-class. Far from it. We…
A week ago my siblings and I had a dinner together with our dad and our spouses. We hadn’t all been together since Mom’s funeral, and we had a joyous time! Here’s our group, starting at the left and circling around the table. My brother John, his son Jonathan, my empty chair (I’m taking the…
I’m excited to give away a novel this month by Julie Klassen. Set in 1820 this inspirational romance will carry you via words and stories to the little town of Ivy Hill in Wiltshire, England. Our give-away copy is a new trade paperback. From the cover copy: “The lifeblood of the village of Ivy Hill…
My husband Neil and I just returned from a wonderful cruise to the Caribbean — a much needed break from cold winter days and also a respite from our daily parent-care work. Our ship was the Regal Princess, and we joined two couples we’d hit it off with on a previous cruise — Dorothy and…
Holidays are often the times we accumulate some beautiful memories. This Christmas, my daughter-in-law thought to take a photograph of our granddaughters with their great grandfathers, my dad (far right) and my husband’s dad (far left). Both fathers are in their 90s and a very present part of our everyday lives, so sometimes we forget…
I hope I don’t lose any friends over this post, but I don’t LOVE chocolate. It’s okay. I like it, but I don’t love it. Chocolate fudge is good, and I enjoy a slice of fudge, but I’d rather eat white chocolate, peanut butter, maple — just about any other flavor than plain chocolate. I…
Left to Right: My father, his grandparents, my mother and her parents. I’m currently reading a book by Christine Kenneally entitled, THE INVISIBLE HISTORY OF THE HUMAN RACE. In the first chapter Ms Kenneally tells us about the Maori people of New Zealand and their tradition of whakapiri — the recitation of genealogies to establish…
Once upon a time, when my husband and I were almost 22 years old and had been married nearly 3 years (Wow, that’s young.), I gave birth to our first child, a beautiful baby girl we named Koral Kristine. My doctor immediately noticed that something wasn’t “right” about our baby. She wasn’t crying normally and…
About You! I’m a brunette. Well, I was a brunette. Now I’m a brunette thanks to the skills of my colorist. (No, this is not me. I wish it were!) For a while, I actually went gray, and I was fine with that until the first time someone “carded” me as a senior citizen. Who? Me? Wait a…
The men in my life don’t like vegetables. I do my best to get a green salad on the table at supper each night, but other than that – except for corn or peas – I have little success. My father-in-law once took me aside and gently said, “You don’t have to work so hard at…
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