With sleep-filled eyes and a shaky voice, her small index finger extended in my direction. "I…don't…like...you," she announced. Apparently, my plan to win her over with a green stretchy bracelet had failed miserably. Attempting to veil my disappointment, I remembered...
I heard the key rattle in the front door and bolted from the kitchen table. Cartwheeling (for real) my way down the hall to the front door, I arrived just in time to leap into his arms. My Dad was home. A self-proclaimed “Daddy’s Girl,” I have always adored him. I’m...
Our 10th Wedding Anniversary was swiftly approaching. And while this self-proclaimed girlie-girl will always welcome bright and shiny anniversary gifts, that year I also hoped for something warm and fuzzy to carry us through the next chapter of our love story....
“Mom, you’re SO weird,” my youngest son announced when he heard of my plans to organize and host Toronto’s first Death Café. At the time he was 20 and stared at me with big eyes and disbelief as if he pictured me dressed goth-style with ultra-pale skin and black...
The festive room overflowed with friends and family as I watched my eldest son carefully light each of the 50 candles that had been bound together and adorned with sparkly silver ribbon. And all I could think was, “OMG we are going to set off the smoke alarm!” And...