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How alcohol helped my marriage

How alcohol helped my marriage

I’ve written about how Doug and I met previously, but not on my blog. So what better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than with that story? I fell in love with Douglas McKercher’s face as soon as my Chardonnay-soaked eyes locked onto it. Irene’s Pub, Bank Street,...

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What do you think? Did I get my $50 back?

What do you think? Did I get my $50 back?

I had a nice thing happen to me on Christmas Eve. I was sitting in the drugstore close to 4 p.m. waiting to get a flu shot. It wasn’t going to be a long wait but I happily grabbed a magazine and settled in a chair. No hurry. Everything in hand for Christmas. Time to...

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Why do we get attached to “things?”

Why do we get attached to “things?”

You know the gold branch you just put in that nice vase on the table downstairs?” my husband asks nonchalantly. “Yeah,” I reply, still recovering from getting out of bed. “It might not have been a great idea to put it there.” My first thought is SHIT! “Why? What...

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How to handle downsizing—or not!

How to handle downsizing—or not!

Let’s talk about every baby boomer's dream—or nightmare: downsizing. Statistics Canada predicts nearly one in four Canadians will over 65 by 2031. Think about it, people! That’s a scary number. And if you’re reading this, you may already be there! I always knew 1819...

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Why I write

Why I write

What better way to get over writer's block than writing about why I write? I never believed in writer's block, and I'm not sure I do now, but I feel like there’s something annoyingly poking me in the shoulder and saying, “Start thinking about it, bud.” Normally, I...

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The birth of a new book: Except for X

The birth of a new book: Except for X

I love the creative process! I never set out to write a book about seahorses, never mind one for children. I started sewing tiny replicas of these mesmerizing creatures to complement my stable of little fabric art decorations. I had hearts, stars, moons, and clouds. I...

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And so…

And so…

My lovely husband, Douglas McKercher, wished me well as I galloped off on my yearly week-long writing get-away. To show my appreciation for his constant support, and for putting up with sparkles and barn board, both of which he hates and I love, I wrote him this poem....

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I will not let you take my mother

I will not let you take my mother

The chairs shouted quietly at me as I stepped off the elevator onto the 11th floor of my mother’s assisted-living residence. Sickness is here. And it is serious. The chairs, folding ones with padded seats, stood on guard outside three of 16 apartment doorways in the...

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How alcohol helped my marriage

How alcohol helped my marriage

I’ve written about how Doug and I met previously, but not on my blog. So what better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than with that story? I fell in love with Douglas McKercher’s face as soon as my Chardonnay-soaked eyes locked onto it. Irene’s Pub, Bank Street,...

What do you think? Did I get my $50 back?

What do you think? Did I get my $50 back?

I had a nice thing happen to me on Christmas Eve. I was sitting in the drugstore close to 4 p.m. waiting to get a flu shot. It wasn’t going to be a long wait but I happily grabbed a magazine and settled in a chair. No hurry. Everything in hand for Christmas. Time to...

Why do we get attached to “things?”

Why do we get attached to “things?”

You know the gold branch you just put in that nice vase on the table downstairs?” my husband asks nonchalantly. “Yeah,” I reply, still recovering from getting out of bed. “It might not have been a great idea to put it there.” My first thought is SHIT! “Why? What...

How to handle downsizing—or not!

How to handle downsizing—or not!

Let’s talk about every baby boomer's dream—or nightmare: downsizing. Statistics Canada predicts nearly one in four Canadians will over 65 by 2031. Think about it, people! That’s a scary number. And if you’re reading this, you may already be there! I always knew 1819...

Why I write

Why I write

What better way to get over writer's block than writing about why I write? I never believed in writer's block, and I'm not sure I do now, but I feel like there’s something annoyingly poking me in the shoulder and saying, “Start thinking about it, bud.” Normally, I...

The birth of a new book: Except for X

The birth of a new book: Except for X

I love the creative process! I never set out to write a book about seahorses, never mind one for children. I started sewing tiny replicas of these mesmerizing creatures to complement my stable of little fabric art decorations. I had hearts, stars, moons, and clouds. I...

And so…

And so…

My lovely husband, Douglas McKercher, wished me well as I galloped off on my yearly week-long writing get-away. To show my appreciation for his constant support, and for putting up with sparkles and barn board, both of which he hates and I love, I wrote him this poem....

I will not let you take my mother

I will not let you take my mother

The chairs shouted quietly at me as I stepped off the elevator onto the 11th floor of my mother’s assisted-living residence. Sickness is here. And it is serious. The chairs, folding ones with padded seats, stood on guard outside three of 16 apartment doorways in the...