Past My past life was what you might call ‘typically corporate’. I lived in downtown Toronto, worked a full-time brand management job, which I spent two hours commuting to every day. I worked hard, long hours, brought my dog to work with me, skated on a synchronized skating team in my spare time and was …
Shannon.
“How are you?” friends would ask and I’d inevitably answer “busy.” Sorry I’m so late getting back to you, sorry we haven’t made plans for coffee yet. Things are hectic. Ugh, I forgot about whatever theme day it is at school. Yikes, I’m late again! Busy is the new normal right?This is a story about …
ella’s pizza.
Ella Carruthers ran the pizza shop in town. I remember stopping in with my parents to place an order. Her shop was a tiny little building that sat on Front Street. It was always busy with people coming in and out. I don’t remember Ella as a frail little lady. She was hardworking and didn’t …
This is Life, written by Nicki
Grandpa and I spent our birthdays together. We were born 7 days apart during the perfect month of August. We spent the majority of our celebrations on one of the most gorgeous lakes in Northwestern Ontario, Clearwater Lake. One birthday I sat on grandpa's lap for a classic photo opportunity with one of those click …
Remembering Dad: Edward Patrick Pitt
As we celebrate Father's Day this week, I decided to reach out to three colleagues and asked if they would be interested in writing about their dads. Here is the first of three stories to be shared. Kathy, thank you for writing about your Dad. He sounded like a lovable man who enjoyed people's company. …
Grandparents: The Gentle Giant
With Father’s Day approaching, I reached out to a few friends to see if anyone would be interested in sharing some stories about an important male in their lives. I hope you enjoy this entry written about a man who continues to care for his family, even after his passing. Norman Rubinoff Norm …
Remembering Mom: “The Good One”
“The Good One” I remember an old double length grey wool blanket that she would throw over her clothesline to make the most awesome tent for us on a hot summer day, along with homemade popsicles. She was the best grandma a child could ever wish for. This week, I asked …
Remembering Mom: The Leader of all Things Wild and Crazy
This week, my friend Janine shares memories of her mom. Mary Lynette Franklin (nee Foster) Someone once told me that time heals the hurt of loss. I think time just changes the hurt. Missing my mom sometimes comes in waves of pure happiness when I think of the little nuances of her—her smell, the …
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Remembering Mom: She was My World
I remember as a child, I was always scared of being alone as it was just the two of us. I always said to her…”don’t ever leave me.” She always promised that she’d be with me. I was 20 years old when she died. This week's Remembering Mom post was written by a close friend of …
Remembering Mom: The Smell of her Lipstick
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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