Memories of Terry Fox

I cried a lot of tears last night. I turned away from the TV or left the room several times each because I just couldn’t bear the pain I felt over what was being played. The real-life events mixed with my own faint early-childhood memories as I tried to recall my own …

Happy holiday hummus

For each of three holiday events we’ve attended over the past couple of days, I’ve been asked to bring my hummus. I’ve always liked it, but this proves others do too. Sometimes you have to listen to the people. If feelings can be had for hummus, mine would be labelled …

The drop-in

Here’s how you’d be received if you decided to one day show up at our place unannounced: coolly. Sure, I’d probably be happy to see you, but I’d also feel anxious because my place would likely be a mess and distracted because I’d likely have been in the middle of …

How’s the red?

Can you imagine that such a phrase would change your life? We might not have either. I’ve lost count of how many years it’s been since I uttered them, but those words were the ones that brought my dear friend Amy into my life. I was in Oregon visiting wineries …

Red eye

Written at: 2:09am in Vancouver/5:09am in Toronto Posted after a much needed six-hour *nap* It occurred to me this week that I’d be embarking on a ritual I very rarely take part in: summer vacation. When I looked back and gave it some thought, I realized that apart from a …

What’s in a friend?

I use social media. I use social media a lot. I prefer Twitter to Instagram and LinkedIn to Facebook, but I use them all. I check in on Foursquare regularly and tvtag once in a while. I still don’t get Google+, but sometimes I go on there, too. (Pinterest still escapes …

Swimsuit heaven

That’s where I’m at this summer. Let me first express how I loathe shopping of any kind provided it requires me to go outside my home. I enjoy shopping online and have no problem waiting for my goods to arrive, but I refuse to go out and visit store after store …

Houses not homes

I wrote a blog post yesterday. It was the first one in nearly three months. Yikes! Today, I’ve been sitting out on our porch in the muggy July air. I can hear some medieval movie playing in the home next door to ours and silence from the house on the …