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Friends are friends forever…?

You know that moment when you’re in a crowded public space and you catch a glimpse of an old friend you haven’t seen in awhile across the room? She doesn’t see you, so you quickly wind your way through the crowd to where she is until you are face-to-face. She bursts into a smile and you practicallyContinue reading “Friends are friends forever…?”

My Hometown

I took a walk down Main Street this evening, peeking in windows so beautifully dressed with summer displays and smelling the incredibly fragrant tree in front of the Royal Bank as I passed. As I walked, I reflected on my time here. I was born and raised in this town. I left for a yearContinue reading “My Hometown”

Thank You For Being A Friend

Like everyone else in the world, I recently mourned the loss of the iconic Betty White. She was talented. She was funny. She was a little bit ‘bad’ as we like to say in our family. I remember reading something she’d said, and of course I’m paraphrasing, but she talked about how she was soContinue reading “Thank You For Being A Friend”

Born to be Wild

Get your motor runnin’Head out on the highwayLooking for adventureIn whatever comes our wayYeah, darlin’ gonna make it happenTake the world in a love embraceFire all of your guns at onceAnd explode into spaceBorn to be wild…. Well, quite a lot has changed in such a short while! As regular readers know, I’ve been stuckContinue reading “Born to be Wild”

Dear Sean Fraser

In my blog post titled “Peut-etre En Septembre”, I told our devastating story of Joan being stuck in the Dominican Republic for almost six months due to the Trudeau government’s decision to cancel all direct-to-Canada flights from the Caribbean. I was baffled by the decision when it was announced and as I sit here, inContinue reading “Dear Sean Fraser”

Peut-etre en septembre…

Moi j’ai decide de t’attendre, peut-etre en septembre, tu seras la. That line comes from an old song from a teenybopper television show I used to watch when I lived in Belgium called Helene et les Garcons. I watched it faithfully…along with the rest of the 12-15 year old french-speaking kids in Europe. I wasContinue reading “Peut-etre en septembre…”