Today is Canada Day. It’s the day we mark our 1867 Confederation, and the day we celebrate Canada’s uniqueness. Because we share North America with the United States, it’s easy to think our countries are the same, but that’s not the case.
I have many friends and relatives living in the States and I love to visit, but it feels a bit different there, especially when I go blind trying to figure out exactly how much of that plain green money I have in my wallet!
When I return home — the moment I cross the bridge from New York into Ontario — I feel the different-ness more acutely. And in a good way. No, we’re not as big, or as bold as our neighbours, and we’re not as flashy, but we have a great country too. We have two official languages, our money is drop-dead gorgeous, and we can spell words with an extra “u” like nobody’s business. Did you notice, favourite neighbours?
In honour (<– see??) of Canada Day, I wrote the following list to celebrate things I love about my country. Continue reading “OH CANADA! OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAND.”
I wrote the title to this blog about a week and a half ago, but that’s as far as I got. Now that the pictures are uploaded, I can show you what a wonderful visit Noah (6) and I had when he was here for a sleepover. He loves to go into the forest that surrounds our house so we can discover things, so after we finished breakfast that’s what we did. Continue reading “A Super Awesome Day — and it’s only 10:30 a.m.”
“A young person’s death is like a shipwreck at sea. An old person’s death is a ship coming into port.”
I was at a funeral today. That fact alone is enough to make me feel introspective, but when the person being remembered is someone I’ve known my whole life, that introspection is pushed into high gear.
I’ve written before about growing old, and I would have to say that at my stage of life, I’m already not a big fan. Although I don’t feel half my actual age, here’s the thing.
Remember the days when little boys used to play with armies of toy soldiers, lining them up in rank and formation on the hearth rug while mother churned butter or kneaded bread? Neither do I, but you get the picture. Continue reading “Reaching the Front”
For the past few months, my cousin has been sharing emails with me, written by her niece. Each of them is entitled “Tavelogue Supreme” and I can’t think of a more perfect description.
Several months ago, following a summer of tree-planting in Western Canada, Angelina set off for her personal adventure of a lifetime, beginning in Southeast Asia. While many others have taken similar trips, it’s Angelina’s clear and beautiful writing style that sets her experiences apart.
I asked for permission to share some supreme travelogue quotes to give you an idea of what this young woman, traveling alone, has experienced. Continue reading “Come On An Adventure With Me!”
Once you’ve learned how to ride a bike, you’ll never forget.
And once you’ve learned how to ice skate you’ll never forget either, thank goodness!
(Apologies in advance for the quality of the photos. I knew better than to try skating while using my good camera, so my phone did the job instead.)
When I was in my teens I spent many Saturday nights skating at Cedarena. This unique outdoor arena has been a beloved fixture in the hamlet of Cedar Grove (near Markham, Ontario) since 1927. It’s nestled in a cozy valley, sheltered on thee sides by cedar-covered hills, and on the fourth side the Little Rouge River provides plenty of water for flooding the natural ice surface.
Despite all my happy memories of the place, I haven’t been back in twenty-odd years. Haven’t skated in that long either. I always have good intentions, of course, but the winters just seem to slip by. Continue reading “Once You’ve Learned How …”
I’m not sure why it came to mind, but this morning I was thinking about something I wrote several years ago. During my very first writing course I picked an assignment out of Dorothea’s magic box asking me to write 500 words describing a woman using the contents of her purse. I was stumped at first, but once I got rolling, this thing kind of wrote itself.
It’s one of the first pieces I ever had published and I do like it because of that. I also think it’s a whole lot of fun to read. Continue reading “Describe a Woman Using the Contents of Her Purse”
On January 12, 2012 I created my first blog entry. I didn’t know what to write about and I floundered for quite awhile before hitting my stride. After finishing the short piece I was nearly sick when I clicked the “Publish” button and threw my words out into the world. I wondered if it might end up being a world of two, or would a few more people be interested? Continue reading “A Blogging Year in Review and, Possibly, Good Bye.”