My canine daughter, Jessie, is turning 11 in November. According to the American Kennel Club this makes her about 70 years old in human years. She looks great for a senior and gets compliments all the time. But I’ve definitely noticed some changes. Jessie is…
I’m driving John and Renee to the airport in a few hours for their passionate get-away to Cape Breton. This makes me a very understanding wife, especially since it’s my anniversary in two days. Our upcoming anniversary (28 years!) is something John reminded me of…
I’ve had the privilege of speaking to so many women and men about their relationships over the past few years since I’ve started this blog. Every story is interesting but some teach you more about love than others. The following interview is with “Meredith” (a married…
It is always a good day for Jessie when her walk coincides with her pal Butchie’s. Butchie is a huge Newfoundland-Bernaise cross, who has mostly rebuffed my sweet goldendoodle’s advances for most of her nine years. But my girl doesn’t give up easily (even though…
John and I had a date on Monday night at Bar Mercurio. Imagine. On a school night. It is rare that we arrive separately to restaurants. I highly recommend it. It feels so much more like a date, anticipating someone’s arrival. My heart skipped a…
I was having a conversation with a polyamorist last week. She is a young mother with a husband and a lover. Her husband has other lovers of his own. People in open relationships have always fascinated me. Who are these other worldly creatures who would…
My parent’s generation had it so easy. It was not hard for them to keep an affair secret from their spouse. Phones (only landlines existed) didn’t have caller id, and Blackberry’s were just a lowly fruit that got left at the bottom of the salad…
I was sitting in the fabulous garden of the Union Street Inn enjoying the last few minutes of our visit to San Francisco before heading to the airport, and back home to Toronto. My husband John walks in with a big smile on his face,…
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…