Happy International Women’s Day

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Rather than patting myself on the back with a “you’ve come a long way, baby” superiority as I clicky click across the ballroom in my beautiful fuchsia high heels and black business suit, I want to ground myself with where I came from. With who I came from. I don’t look at the women who came before me as less than we are today just because they didn’t have the trappings we have. Quite the contrary, I admire them for the trails they blazed for me.  So we need to step back from this notion that WE are the women who have made it.  Continue reading

footprint from my Buddy

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As I went out to warm my car up this morning, I noticed the footprints beside the door.  About the size of a loonie (that’s a Canadian coin for those of you from afar), the prints were made when Buddy came for a sleepover the other night.

Now, I’m not a “small dog person”.  I leave the Pekingese and Yorkies to those who prefer purse dogs to sled dogs, but who knows how love works.  Continue reading

doing the crossword in ink

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I’m waiting for Mark to shower and get ready to head to the hospital.  We will trek up to the ICU with our family who have gathered to give strength to each other and by way of prayers, osmosis or whatever you believe in, to our loved one.  Such are the twists and turns that change plans and lives in moments.  Continue reading

a Valentine for Grandma

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I hope she knew how much I loved her.  I think she did. If we’re fortunate we grow up close to our grandparents and I was very fortunate that way.  As I look at picture albums and see her younger, it doesn’t make much sense.  She seemed to always be Grandma, an indeterminate age, just always the same to me for nearly fifty years.  Continue reading

dead frog in the rental car

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Remember the creepy stories about customers taking off in their rental car and having a HUGE snake fall from under the dash where it had been hiding.  Or the HUGE snake that was curled up in the engine compartment.  Or the HUGE snake that was sleeping in the trunk?  Well, I do because that is just the creepiest thing to me.  Confirms that yes, the monsters in the closet were real, that yes, the bogeyman is out there and yes, all kinds of fearful stuff is out there waiting to get at us. Continue reading