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    It’s a good day to have a good day

    Every day, something good happens to me. It could be chatting with the supermarket check-out clerk, finding a painted rock at the side of the road, or having one of my children visit. It could be as simple as sitting…

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    Total Eclipse of the Sun!

    Yes, a total eclipse of the sun! That’s what happened today. While those of us here in Ottawa, Ontario, weren’t directly in the Path of Totality, we did have 98 percent totality. It was weird, strange, and exciting to see…

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    Raggedy Angie

    Grade One was such a special time for my daughter, Angie. One particularly memorable day was Hallowe’en Costume Day. Angie wore a red and white cotton gingham dress of mine (it was short on me, so it was just right…

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    Tiaras and Toe Shoes

    When I was 10 years old, I started taking ballet lessons. Little did I know then that it would become a lifelong love of mine. My ballet school was Ecole de Ballet Leduc, the first ballet school in the Ottawa-Gatineau…

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    Memories…

    Life was simple in the 1950s. My mom, dad, brother Bob and I lived in a small apartment in Ottawa. We didn’t have a yard to play in, just the sidewalk in front of our building. I didn’t know I…

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    We’re puzzled!

    I have always enjoyed jigsaw puzzles. I remember one Saturday evening when I was sixteen years old, my dad challenged me to assemble a 500-piece jigsaw puzzle before bedtime. As I think back now, it was a clever way to…

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    Dear Old Dad

    My dad was a wonderful man, loving, caring, playful, funny and generous. He was smart as a whip, a good provider and a super father. Although he wasn’t the most romantic guy on earth, he had the best intentions, he…

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    When fields were more than just fields!

    We didn’t have iPhones…we had FUN! When I was about 10 years old (that’s me in my ballet tutu), my family moved from Cumberland Street in Ottawa, Ontario, to Orleans, Ontario, which at that time was just a village with a…

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    My son, the Renaissance Man!

    If ever there was a self-taught man, it is my son, Neil. Ask not, “What can he do?” but, rather, “What can’t he do?” It’s a long story that I will write in parts… This post, first published in September…

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    When Christmas was magical. . .

    Even on their limited budget, my parents made Christmas a magical event. Originally posted on December 7, 2010  When I was a little girl, my parents struggled to put food on the table and pay the rent on our teeny-tiny shoebox…