There is no official post this week as we take a winter pause for Family Day. I hope you are all enjoying the snow with…
Covid was a major disrupter to my family’s long standing Christmas traditions. Pre-covid, we had a large family dinner, including gift-giving. “Nothing I have to…
Shame is a powerful silencer. My working theory is that the degree to which one is comfortable sharing their shameful secrets is the degree to…
After my friend’s father died, while sorting his belongings, she discovered his cross-dressing wardrobe, complete with wigs and high heels. Perhaps he intended for her…
An excerpt from my Mother’s diary from 1935; I think I ought to record the history of the Hodgins’ Family which I heard the other…
I have submitted my application to the WriteorFlight reality show in Peru. One of the requirements of the application process was to record a one-minute…
2025 will be the year I finally see my mother’s diaries published. The following excerpt is one of my favourites, from Sunday January 3, 1937,…
This Mother’s Day, I gifted my long-gone Mother with a posthumous answer to a vocabulary challenge she liked to pose. My Mother was thirty-nine when…
Conversations at family dinners are decidedly different when there are newly discovered blood relatives in attendance. My older sister gave a baby up for adoption…
My late husband liked to collect things. He also liked to keep things. If he brought something into the house, it stayed there, particularly if…