"What you think of me is none of my business"

This blog is a shout out to old fart love.

I'd spent a million years in therapy alone and some with my mother trying to bridge the gaping maw of our relationship dynamic.

Okay, the fascination may have been augmented by the ridiculously cute and smart fella who was doing the talking.

I’ve been faced, in recent weeks, with the challenges of being introverted in an extroverted world

My great-aunt D was born in 1909. She died 90 years later. She was one of three sisters and two brothers. Her father was a teacher and...

Some days, Paul and I are on each other's last nerve. It doesn't help that we are both at an age where we forget things … like entire...

Okay, so this blog is going to be about a whole jumble of things. Why? Because life right now is a hot mess. Is it not? I wake up in the...

As we speak, my mother is dying. She has Stage lV cancer which started in her lungs earlier this year. Despite radiation treatment, it...

My mom died on May 29, 2020 at 11:30 a.m. Ever the pragmatist, she chose a doctor-assisted death so we knew right down to the minute when...

Warning: this post could be construed as a rant. Our neighbours' dogs bark. A lot. And loudly. It used only to be during the day and into...