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...

My Allowance

Here we are, smackdab in the middle of paying bills for a holiday that feels long since past. Even with that burden of attention that’s required to juggle the things necessary to pay the other things off, I often find myself with a bit of extra energy at this time of...

Address book adventure

I bet you’re right in the middle of writing Christmas cards. I am, although I’ve cut my list down to just a dozen or so in an effort to keep things simple. I’ve always found this tradition to be a top seasonal stressor – as I wrote about in this article that was first...

This time around

There used to be a commercial for my favourite brand of jeans, reminding people to take a softer approach to life ‘this time around’. When that pair of jeans was new and a whole host of experiences were waiting for you and them to experience together. ‘This time...

Left holding the bag

I got busted for having a sheathed knife in my purse at airport customs once, but I can explain. It happened several years ago, when I had been at a Christmas party with a dear friend soon after both of us were divorced. He insisted I needed a ‘night out’ which, given...