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those are my auntie’s hands and they happen to rock

don’t even try and put me down!

coffee with marg heldenberger…can we all say FANTABULOUS!

For the week of October 12-18:
WHAT I’M READING: Every week Pastor Dave sends me the weekly bulletin from my dad’s church in Toronto. He includes a hand-written note and if I’m lucky, a butterfly sticker. So I read that.

WHAT SIMON’S READING: The Omnivore’s Dilemma, a book we both highly recommend. I recommend it and I [...]

sisters: chevron to the girl

During my sister’s recent visit to Riverside we talked about writing back and forth on a theme. Here are the beginnings of our dialogue with Chevron’s own “sisters.”
She’s only a month old and I already see a little bit of me in that sweet baby whose best colour is pink! She and [...]

sisters

Her sister has come and gone and California is in chaos. The winds were gale-like last night and they woke up to ants. The husband is now propped in front of the dishwasher analyzing their trail. It’s serious business. The baby, on the other hand, is blissful. She is cooing in the bassinet, dreaming about [...]

elsie and auntie nallie

life without sugar: part 2

life without sugar

I wonder what Simon is doing in Montreal? I imagine he’s drinking and schmoozing. He was very anxious to get his haircut before departure, which says to me he was planning on drinking and schmoozing. Hair is an excellent tool and he knows it. So are shoes, by the way.
Back in Ontario, things are moving [...]

birthing

Today I suddenly felt like I didn’t actually want to give birth anymore. The baby in my arms sounds nice…but not the birth.
Whereas up until today I’ve been seeing the whole birthing experience as this great adventure, all of a sudden I felt repulsed and terrified by the upcoming ordeal (perhaps akin to Chevron’s ongoing [...]

one, two, three, four…tell me that you love me more

1. I’m looking at my hand as I type (left hand is catching my eye), and I am shocked at how old it looks; it looks like the hand of an ancient person. I am absolutely serious. My right hand, on the other hand (ha, ha), looks youthful and full of life, or as the [...]