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Don’t Step in the Horse Patties
If you’ve ever had to step around horse patties when crossing a street, you may get a kick out of this story. If you haven’t, boy did you miss some good times! There was a time, not so long ago…
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My Sweet Children
When I think back to the days when Angie and Neil were young, I know they were some of the most beautiful days of my life. I loved being their mom and watching them grow and change. Angie was born…
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Our Christmas Holly
It was a cold and snowy December 2, 2017, when Cookie crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was our sweet Bichon Frisé, our best friend for thirteen-and-a-half years. Our hearts were broken; the house felt so empty without her. For nine…
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Mom and Dad
While the photo may be blurry, my memories of my mom and dad are crystal clear. I’ve discovered that it doesn’t matter how old you are when they leave this earth, you still feel like a child when you think…
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Peter, my husband, my love
Peter, my Sweet P.One spring day in 1990, I decided to take the afternoon off. I headed home, put on my swimsuit and went to the rooftop terrace to relax in the sun. The sun was scorching, and I had…
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My Mom, a.k.a. Nanny/The Warden
Oh, where to begin! My mom, Monica Theresa Sauvé, was a wonderful woman, for sure. She was gregarious; she always said her shoes were at the door, and the toes pointed out. She was, for lack of a better expression,…
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Miss Post Office Department 1966
I was one of those weird kids who loved school. One day, when I was 16, while at the dinner table with my family, I mentioned that I was looking forward to attending university. My dad put his fork down,…
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Raggedy Angie
Grade One was such a special time for my daughter, Angie. One particularly memorable day was Hallowe’en Costume Day. Angie wore a red and white cotton gingham dress of mine (it was short on me, so it was just right…
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Tiaras and Toe Shoes
When I was 10 years old, I started taking ballet lessons. Little did I know then that it would become a lifelong love of mine. My ballet school was Ecole de Ballet Leduc, the first ballet school in the Ottawa-Gatineau…
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Memories…
Life was simple in the 1950s. My mom, dad, brother Bob and I lived in a small apartment in Ottawa. We didn’t have a yard to play in, just the sidewalk in front of our building. I didn’t know I…
