Cara used to call me “Martha Stewart”. I supposed it was partly her age and being embarrassed at having a mom-dad at home. I had single parented for a decade by this time and I didn’t want the girls to be somehow disadvantaged because their primary care provider was a guy. In the days before... Continue Reading →
Cara, child mine daughter oldest, is in Tartu, Estonia, preparing to give a TEDx talk on Defensive Architecture. She’s been globe trotting a little, taking part in a work-related workshop in Frankfurt, and has had time to visit Latvia in her free time. Technology can be a wonderful thing, giving us a real connection particularly... Continue Reading →
Standing around waiting for direction from my youngest daughter Shannon as we were painting their new home, I was struck by a sense of déjà vu. This time, however, the voice wasn’t mine but hers. And I did exactly what I was told. Shannon and Emi have accomplished the impossible. Staging their home for sale... Continue Reading →
Dad was a firefighter in the RCAF – stationed at St. Hubert. He effectively worked shift work, so he wasn’t around on every second Saturday. When he was off we would load into the station wagon and trek out to the Steinburg’s in Greenfield Park to do the monthly shopping for staples. The alternative free... Continue Reading →
Whether the smell of fresh cool lake water on a hot breeze or sun-warmed pine needles, there is something powerful in my mind that drags me back to another place, another time. Last night Linda and the family were doing a memory-lane visit, on the family chat, to our home on Indian Road in Sudbury;... Continue Reading →
