There was a baby in the world to whom I could share the lessons of my nine years, could play with and show off around the neighbourhood. I could play house with a real baby!
Category: Family
60 years ago today
I went deep into Mom’s cedar chest this week and there, below newspaper clippings, letters and family portraits, I foun
My pandemic birthday
A young man I’m fond of turned 10 last week. It was a weird birthday by most standards: just back from the States he, his sister and mom were in isolation and mom was sick. She rallied to lay on a favourite meal but there was no party, no noisy gathering of little boys in…
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.
Response of the angel community
When things went whacky, this is how friends responded.
Two boys and an ice storm
So here I am in Ottawa. In an ice storm. With two wee boys.
When I'm 64 