With visitor season in full flood here on Canada’s west coast, I’m reminded of a piece I wrote several years ago about how not to be a guest from hell. The rules were basic: Remember your mother’s caution that guests, like fish, stink after three days. Don’t impose. Don’t overstay. Be helpful. I’ve an addition…
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A wee request. Or two.
Although it has the appearance of one, this isn’t actually a full blog post so don’t put the kettle on. (In my dreams, I press ‘publish’ and there’s a grid surge as readers get tea at the ready for a good 90-second read. Anyway. . . .) This is a brief post to say I’ve…
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…
The squatter in my life
Ever since he declared his candidacy to seek the Republican nomination two years ago, Donald Trump has been like an unwelcome, nonpaying guest in my life. Now, since that disbelieving evening back in November, he has become the squatter from hell. He is everywhere. He populates and soils my Facebook and Twitter feed. He’s in…
Oscar and Christie: the reluctant apologists
My missive on the nature and sincerity of apologies ran in the April 14 issue of the Times Colonist When I was eight, I stuck a burr in Susan Rush’s hair. If you’ve never met a burr, trust me when I say, you don’t want one near your hair. The only escape involves scissors or…
Down to the wire
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When I'm 64 