When my sweet aunt was ill, my cousin visited her bedside in the hospital. He thought his Mom’s appetite would improve if she could enjoy some home-made chicken soup. So, he asked his Mom for her recipe. Her reply? “You’re asking me NOW??” My aunt was 99 years old at the time. I could just… Continue reading Baking 101…with Mom!
A man in his thirties burst into the small local smart phone repair shop where my friend and I and another female customer waited. He was dressed in a suit and his hat was reminiscent of the type my Dad would’ve worn. Like a fedora, I think you call it. But, his hat was much… Continue reading How to Excel at Sales!
Designer Christmas trees. We’ve all seen them. Towering trees boasting one colour of lights, adorned with bows and having every matching ornament hung at precise angles. The trees are a beautiful sight but it’s not what you’ll find in my home. Nope, not at all. This year’s tree is a shortie. You see, the large… Continue reading O Christmas Tree!
Stress. I’ve become an unwilling expert on this topic lately due to unfortunate circumstances. Let me share a few of the life lessons I’ve picked up. I’m learning to let go of things I cannot change. Just like the wisdom of the Serenity Prayer: Easier said than done. Make a tight fist. Feel the power… Continue reading Stress Busters!!
Cross-border shopping. I’m not like many people from Windsor. I don’t tend to shop much in Detroit. However, my hubby, Guy and my daughters like to order on-line and have their items shipped to a warehouse in Detroit. It’s rather convenient; just a hop and a skip from the US/Canada tunnel. Saves big time on… Continue reading Lions & Tigers & Beers, Oh My!
“D” wished to be anonymous. She asked to be called “D”. She received her flip-flops from the shelter two years ago. She requested only her flip-flops be photographed. What is your biggest struggle with poverty on a daily basis? “Food. I get some of my meals here. But, not all of them. I know there… Continue reading Their Shoes #51
– It was love at first sight. But, I dared not come on too strong. Don’t be the first to hug or kiss. Take it slow. Let things take their natural course. Whatever would be, would be. I played things right. The object of my love was a sweet two and half-year old girl. She… Continue reading Changing My Viewpoint!