Last year I was advised to get with the social media program, and develop a Twitter following, if I was ever going to make it as a relationship writer. So now I tweet with promiscuous abandon, following random strangers and celebs in the hopes they…
My favourite part of Valentine’s Day is shopping for a card. I love my annual pilgrimage to the stationery store. It feels so retro to linger over one card after another. I take the time to read each saying, feel the quality of the bond,…
There is only one person in the world I would throw my best friend under the bus for. That person is my hair stylist, Craig. When he dies, there will be a special place in heaven just for him – and that is on the…
My older son Jake has been studying philosophy at a liberal arts college on the east coast. Most of the time, I have no idea what he is talking about. During one Skype call, he was jabbering excitedly about the delights of Epicurus. I started…
Alex, the 16 year old son of my cousin Audrey, has miraculously leapfrogged overnight from a hockey obsessed kid into a handsome, mature and articulate young man. I am one of his millions of Facebook friends so know from his “relationship status” that he has…
Unlike most people who start a committed relationship, I didn’t come with a past. If there had been an award in high school for “most likely to join a convent”, I would have won hands down. I wish I could report that undergrad was any…
I nearly gagged this morning swallowing sour chocolate milk. I should have paid closer attention to the expiry date, but instead left it on the shelf for too long. Funny how relationships can be like that too. One day they’re sweet. The next day they’re…
My sister and I were teenagers when our Dad fell in love with another woman, left our mother, and got re-married. I had not thought about this “other woman” for decades. When her marriage to my Dad vaporized so did my relationship with her. She…
My uncle Nick is a highly respected life actuary. Normally you would not want to get seated beside one at a dinner party (“so, you predict death for a living…FASCINATING!”). But Nick is a ton of fun. He can tell a joke like it’s nobody’s…
My grandmother would never ever have shacked up before marriage. The expected flight pattern for a respectable young woman of her day was from the family home to the warmth of the marital bed. There may have been a connecting flight living with a same-sex…