Every year I would admire the beautiful, tall purple flowers called silver dollars (Lunaria annua) that appeared at my Mom and Dad’s home each spring. And every summer, my Mom would give me branches bearing the dried, flat coin-shaped seed pods. I’d plant them at different spots throughout my garden. But, silly me, come spring,… Continue reading Silver Dollar Flowers!
Let me tell you about my mother. If you could peek inside her room in the retirement home, you may see a senior, who looks much younger than her stated 93 years. You might feel sorry for her as she’s been in isolation for weeks because of the pandemic. She’s only recently been allowed out… Continue reading Through a Daughter’s Eyes
Call it perfectionism, call it an impossible dream, or call me crazy, but I wanted the best for my daughter’s baby shower. It was the night before the awaited event. All the food was prepared, the prizes were wrapped, and the games were printed out. The bee-themed décor was tucked into boxes waiting to be… Continue reading A Mother’s Love
This tale may not be of interest to everyone. It’s more of a Mother’s Day tribute than of a May Two-Four long weekend piece. My timing is off but that’s the way life’s surprises are . . . unexpected and delightful. My older daughter had asked me to keep an eye out in our home… Continue reading Priceless Heirlooms
I love to check out garage sales. It’s not just the lure of finding a treasure for next-to-nothing that’s the attraction. It’s the opportunity to find something unique that is no longer available in stores. Once I stumbled upon a garage sale where there were many poppy items and Christmas nutcrackers, both of which I… Continue reading Enduring Love
It’s Nurses’ Week here in Canada. There’s a saying: “Save one life, you’re a hero. Save 100 lives, you’re a nurse!” Nursing isn’t easy a lot of the time. In fact, it’s tough. But, nurses are tougher. If you weren’t tough when you entered nursing school, you were molded into a nurse with stamina by… Continue reading Two Super Heroes!
Two women. One’s about to turn 90, and the other one’s already 91. They’ve lived totally different lives but share something in common. Both are fiercely independent and have no intention of stepping foot inside a nursing home. My Mom turns 90 on the ninth day of the ninth month this year. Mom’s raised six… Continue reading No Nursing Homes, Please!