Digging for treasure

There was a tiny ledge above the highest shelf of our kitchen cupboards growing up, where strange and unusual things were kept. Like the gallstones my mom brought home in a jar after her surgery in the 1970s, and the plastic-wrapped and yellowed top layer of their...

Not fade away

When my former husband and I began talking about marriage in the mid-80s, we had the typical conversation to put everything on the table so we’d know what we were getting into. Not that it worked well in our case, but what is fascinating to me now is that my poignant...

The loss of a landmark

‘The whole family at The General Hospital Christmas party in 1961 – I’m the chubby baby on Mom’s lap.’ It’s been 25 years since an implosion brought down the Calgary General Hospital and felled that cornerstone of Calgary’s north. I’ve...