When my boys left for university I tucked “launch letters” into their suitcases. While my job as hovering over-protective mother was finished, I felt I would be remiss if I did not impart invaluable maternal wisdom as they flew far away from the family nest….
A couple years ago, my son Micah had a jazz concert at The Rex on Queen Street West. He is an alto sax player, and was part of an ensemble. My sister Anita is a huge fan and came to watch him play. After the…
I was at a dinner party last weekend at the home of my friends Sharon and Frank. The food is always fabulous. This time our meal began with a delicate roasted cauliflower soup drizzled with a smoked cumin and coriander puree, and took off from…
Saskatchewan was not one of the places on my bucket list to visit. Go figure. But here I am in seat 17C on an Air Canada fight from Toronto bound for Regina. My husband’s nose is buried in some thick legal brief making it impossible…
Somehow a photocopy of an article from Housekeeping Monthly dated May 13, 1955 has ended up under a magnet on our fridge door. It is titled The Good Wife’s Guide. I don’t know who put it there but I have my suspicions. The illustration at…
Here is how the conversation started. My husband John and I were in San Francisco at the Hertz rent-a-car. We were waiting to pick up a Camaro convertible for our drive to Big Sur. The trip was a splurge for our 25th wedding anniversary although…
When you are married to a criminal lawyer, it seems fitting to refer to our quarter-century wedding anniversary as “25 to life”. The minister who performed our marriage ceremony on May 27, 1989 was pronouncing a sentence, of sorts, by the powers vested in him….
My husband John and I are celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary this year. We have never been sentimental about our anniversary. The most we ever do is exchange cards—if we remember (my BFF, Heather, whose nephew was born on our wedding day sometimes reminds me)….
I have always had disdain for people who blindly follow the crowd. You know the ones I am talking about—those who sublimate their own desires to conform to societal expectations. They could be your friend the bank employee who would rather be a yoga instructor,…
Stick with someone long enough and chances are one of their personal traits or habits will start to drive you crazy. Whether it is the way they chew their food, laugh in a hee-haw fashion, or leave the lights on when they exit a room,…