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Last week as I looked forward to spending Mother's Day with my boys, I thought about those who no longer have their moms. What is Mother's Day like for them? I reached out to three friends who lost their mothers as young women and asked if they'd be interested in writing about their moms on my blog. …
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You open the fridge to find saws with your condiments. You can find your shoe in the kitty litter on a daily basis. Your laptop becomes a place where animals hang out. You have to look inside your boots before putting them on. The cat food …
We all have a soft spot - that person who is such an important part of our lives. This week, three people opened up and shared that person with me, and in turn many others. Thank you Emma, Betty's grandson, and Char. It's not easy to write about someone you miss. I hope you enjoyed …
This week I'm sharing stories written by three different people each describing what they loved most about their grandparents. Here's the second story... Betty Grandma was a firecracker. She spoke her mind and mostly spoke the truth. You didn’t know what she’d say next. Even as a frail lady of 90, her brain just worked faster …
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ~A.A. Milne The love between a grandparent and a grandchild is something special. It’s something quite different from that of a parent and child. Grandparents often hear our secrets, spoil us rotten, and understand us in ways that few others do. We …
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Scraps of paper from a purse during a morning commute, napkins from a little coffee shop, paper menus from a diner late at night - the beginnings of some of our favourite books. Likely scribbled in haste to capture the thought before it was gone. Yet it’s funny that we have a romantic view of …
She’s been on my mind so much lately that it makes sense to write about her. It's during those rare, quiet moments in the day that I find myself missing her. It’s likely because I’ve been writing. It was our thing. …
