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A magazine for women, by women. Sharing. Caring. Entertaining.

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Little Things – An Unexpected Smile
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Suffering succotash!
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It’s time
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The real secret love of our lives
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Foreign affair
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Home again, home again…
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Little things – Thank you

Little Things – An Unexpected Smile

The other day I pulled into a Home Depot parking lot to get off the road as I sat in on a teleconference. While I was concentrating on the call, a big muscle, pickup truck pulled in opposite me. Big wheels, souped-up, loud, extra rods and rails all around.

Out from behind the wheel came a big guy. Shaved head Read More

It’s time

My son is a young adult. A while back, we had a casual pizza dinner party at the cottage one night. The next morning the leftovers were brought out for pre-brunch snacking.  Spying the pizza, he reached for a slice as he said that something in the pizza last night gave him heartburn. Lifting the slice   Read More

The real secret love of our lives

Mmmm… chocolate.  The fat, the sweet, the cocoa. Yum. In any combination, this triple threat can cause one to swoon. Yes, full on, delightful, lightheaded, heavenly swoons.

What is it about chocolate that drives us to sneak into our sleeping child’s room and filch a handful of their holiday treasure? Read More

Foreign affair

Bonjour! Ciao Bella! Guten tag! Buenos dias!

All foreign phrases, but all phrases you probably recognize, right? What about hasta la vista or mazel tov or joie de vivre? Fairly common, but also foreign. Who says you only speak English? Ever wished Read More

Home again, home again…

So, you’ve finally made the shift from Mom to me. Adjusting to not being a full time parent is hard. You feel a little demoted. You are no longer the centre of his universe. You’re still Mom, but in title only, almost. Still, you understand, or at least, are trying to. And then, he returns. Whether he’s home for the holidays, or until he finds has own place, whatever    Read More

Little things – Thank you

The other day I was driving home after a series of intense meetings at a client site. I was downtown in the heart of a neighbourhood with a rather poor reputation and a challenging history. It was mid-afternoon and classes at the neighbourhood school must have just finished because the sidewalks were full Read More

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