Monday, June 24, 2019
Why do I even follow the news anymore? Politicians always bicker, but this past few years has been so, so much worse. Instead of arguing about ideology and policy, they make it personal. And while Canada is no stranger to...
A few months back, during a get-together at the house, I glanced around the room and came to a disconcerting conclusion. While I had been busy raising children, tending house, going to work, and establishing a life, I also had...
Although it’s not a store I visited frequently, I felt a pang of regret when Sears filed for bankruptcy, and that pain worsens around the Christmas season. It’s not that it wasn’t expected. The company had suffered a long and...
I will always be nostalgic about Halloween. Now that my kids aren’t little kids anymore, I don’t have costumes to shop for and faces to paint. Most of my piles of decorations stay in bins in the basement. It...
I’m a firm believer in hard work; in actual labour, putting in your hours and your nose to the grindstone. We are born with a certain amount of talent and brains which can be molded and improved, but the factor...
I was going to write about the Blue Jays this week, but I’m going to wait to see if they can pull off a playoff spot before I sum up the season. Instead, I’ll talk traffic. If you’re ever in...
Apparently I live a cluttered life, or so I’ve been led to believe by the barrage of e-mails, advertisements, podcasts, webinars, and TV shows reminding me that closets need to be organized, countertops need to be cleared, and drawers...
In the realm of the world’s biggest lies, somewhere in the vicinity of “My diet starts Monday” and “I’m never drinking again,” ranks this whopper: “Mashed cauliflower tastes exactly like mashed potatoes.” This is just the first in a litany...
Strange what makes us feel sad and old. Did you hear that Toys ‘R Us is shutting down its operations? It’s closing or selling its 740 stores in the United States, as well as giving up its international operations, Canada...
“Why can’t you wait until I’m dead?” my grandmother would laugh, half joking and half annoyed. “Don’t talk like that! You’re not dead, you’re here to tell me what can be thrown out. If this place ever caught fire, it’d...
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