My kitchen reveal

You convinced me; each of you who wrote following my kitchen reno post saying, essentially, what are you thinking? a kitchen reno without a dishwasher? you need to rethink this. But dishwashing is a writing zone for me. Hands in water, mind running to ideas that would not have otherwise found me. Find another muse,…

My week of neck salvage

(Note: This post will be of zero interest to men. Trust me. Zero.) I don’t do much reflection gazing these days because I’m always a little surprised by what I see. Mom! How did you get there? So I must’ve looked like fresh meat last month when I found myself ensnared in the clutches of…

So long to the loveliest of friends

Clover’s obituary flashed onto my Facebook feed two weeks ago. “Intrepid companion,” it read. “Unstoppable greeter.” “Sweetest of souls.” Clover was all of those. Joyful, exuberant, empathetic and lovely. She had all the traits you would wish in a human: kind, caring, welcoming beyond measure, and never a jerk. Not once. She was an old…

Reno day. And I should be organizing.

I’ve often read about the importance of giving gratitude to balance your psyche and give perspective. So today, I’m expressing gratitude for friends who have it together and know how to organize. Cabinet maker Tom comes today. The kitchen reno starts tonight. Everything must go. I’ve been dunging the place out all week and passersby…

Birthday memories defined by mumps, stitches, and family

Happy birthday. I’d been saving for your education, but decided this would be a better time (a fair assumption given I kept skipping final exams to take summer jobs on newspapers). No Pollyanna, my mother was all realist.

40 years ago I had another baby

When she was three I watched from a viewing platform as she leapt into the deep end of a pool during a swimming lesson. She came up coughing and blubbing and ready to jump again.

It was a metaphor for her life as she makes a difference in this world in ways I can barely comprehend.

The best looking guy in town

Driving home along the lake with my friends Di and Cath. It’s 7 a.m. or so and we’ve been at an all-night beach party.
A car passes in the other direction.
That was my Dad! I shriek.