Do you remember the first time you told someone “I love you”? Looking back, what motivated you to say it at that exact moment? And, if you were to roll back the hands of time, would you pick the same time? In this story for…
I was never much of a student at university. I wasn’t the one impatiently waiting for the library doors to open so I could spend the next ten hours delving deeper and deeper into the research stacks. But now I’m like a hound dog sniffing…
(Guest post for eHarmony Canada) I first spotted my husband across a crowded room at a party. He was everything I was looking for—smart, athletic, confident. I was smitten. But, during a late-night walk along the Thames River in London, Ontario, a few weeks later,…
I was vowing to eat fewer carbs this year, until I opened my Christmas present from Jake and Micah. It was The Bread Bible by Rose Levy Beranbaum, a beautifully written and authoritative recipe book. I used to be my sons’ culinary cheerleader, but now…
It’s not like I was looking for more reasons to roll my eyes at Citizenship and Immigration Canada’s “proof of relationship” protocols. (Here’s my rant from June 11.) But after reading today’s front-page story in The Toronto Star, “Proof of love? 532 pages aren’t enough,”…
When I met my husband-to-be at 23 we lived in separate apartments, at diagonal corners of a large park. I remember that giddy feeling of walking to his place late at night, excited about how the night might unfold. There was a kaleidoscope of butterflies…
The best thing about rejection is having someone to share it with. I submitted a book proposal on relationships to a highly respected literary agent. In her feedback, she said she liked the “humour, great stories and common sense” but detailed her legitimate concerns about…
This past Thanksgiving (and family reunion) my younger son Micah asked whether I was lonely. I know he feels concerned about me. He left home in September to start university several hours away; his older brother is studying even farther away on the east coast;…
After I saw Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs, I thought it would be really cool to be an FBI agent. Foster’s character, Clarice, was so smart, so gutsy and so witty. I quickly came to my senses though. While the job of an…
My mother-in-law Eleanor is a vivacious woman, a former school teacher who at 84 still insists on the proper use of English. You do not want to mix up the use of “who” and “whom” in her presence, although she will kindly but firmly correct…