What if? What if I can find the lady who saved my daughter?
Category: A certain age
30 years later – thank you, lady
Dear lady; It’s American Thanksgiving and – since I didn’t act on the impulse during Canadian Thanksgiving last month – I’m borrowing our neighbour’s holiday to say thank you. Some 30 years late. On our own Thanksgiving in October, I went to church with my daughter and her family. Each member of the congregation was…
Meet your new doctor
This is the fun stuff we do at dinner parties now.
The return of mom jeans
It’s too bad mom jeans are back. This was Linda from the bow of the boat we row around the harbor on Sundays. You should write a piece about fashion and what people should and shouldn’t do at our age. Linda has a big public sector job that keeps her more or less paying attention…
40 years ago I had a baby
Courtney; Forty years ago, I had a baby. Something I’d no business doing, really, given that I had none of the traditional infrastructure in place. But, honestly, I wonder if I’d held out for the infrastructure and purposely gone about the business of planning my life, would there even be a you. And, as it…
The almost-as-good-as-it-gets baguette and a question for Madame Macron. The French post.
There’s a sweet little boulangerie in my city, for which I’ll use up $10 in gas in order to buy a $4 baguette that makes those at the grocery store taste like play dough. (For small town British Columbians who, like me, grew up pronouncing the surname Trottier as Trotty-er, a boulangerie is a French…
Hair spotting
(Note to my Daughters #1) Okay, who among we women hasn’t done this? Saturday morning, you’re sitting with your coffee checking Facebook and email, hand on chin, and you feel it. You flip your Ipad or smart phone to camera selfie mode to locate that rogue hair beneath your chin. Hair spotting is tricky with…
Mirror, Mirror on the Gym Wall
Went to the gym last night. It’d been a while. Years actually. Until three, maybe four, years ago the gym had been routine but then something changed – laziness, I guess – and I stopped, choosing instead to walk, row and lift the odd weight at home in a bid to stave off osteoporosis. I’m…
You’ve got mail
Still a 20-something hipster in my head, then this arrived…
Down to the wire
This is the post excerpt.
When I'm 64 