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We’re puzzled!
I have always enjoyed jigsaw puzzles. I remember one Saturday evening when I was sixteen years old, my dad challenged me to assemble a 500-piece jigsaw puzzle before bedtime. As I think back now, it was a clever way to…
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Dear Old Dad
My dad was a wonderful man, loving, caring, playful, funny and generous. He was smart as a whip, a good provider and a super father. Although he wasn’t the most romantic guy on earth, he had the best intentions, he…
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When fields were more than just fields!
We didn’t have iPhones…we had FUN! When I was about 10 years old (that’s me in my ballet tutu), my family moved from Cumberland Street in centertown Ottawa, Ontario, to Orleans, Ontario, which at that time was just a village with…
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My son, the Renaissance Man!
If ever there was a self-taught man, it is my son, Neil. Ask not, “What can he do?” but, rather, “What can’t he do?” It’s a long story that I will write in parts… This post, first published in September…
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When Christmas was magical. . .
Even on their limited budget, my parents made Christmas a magical event. Originally posted on December 7, 2010 When I was a little girl, my parents struggled to put food on the table and pay the rent on our teeny-tiny shoebox…
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Cookie, happiness is a warm puppy
Puppy love mornings Originally posted on November 12, 2010. Every morning, about a half-hour before I’m ready to get up and greet the day, my little white Bichon Frise, Cookie, puts her wet nose to my face, wags her powder puff…
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Bill and Dorothy, they knew how to love
When they said, “I do,” they meant, “I really do, for life.” Originally posted on November 9, 2010 My recently deceased great-aunt Dorothy and great-uncle Bill had one of those rare and precious love affairs that lasted a lifetime. Dorothy always said she could…
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A bird in the hand…is better than a bird on your balcony.
A partridge in a pear tree? Not exactly! It was December 1987 and my 20-year marriage had ended just a year earlier. Both of my children were teenagers at the time. My daughter had moved in with her boyfriend and…
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My dad, my hero!
He’ll always be my hero. This is me and my dad in 1958. (Dad is wearing the original Speedo!!). I was 10 and my dad was my hero. With Dad, I knew I was loved and he made me feel…
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Goodbye, Cookie, our little sweetheart
It was a cold and snowy winter night on December 2, 2017, when our little Cookie said goodbye to us. She had had a tough life, with chronic illnesses, multiple surgeries, and an endless supply of medications. But, through it…
