Love

Recipe of Life

Recipe of Life

Truth be told, I don’t follow a recipe very well. Perhaps it’s my need to improvise all the time? Maybe it’s the methodical time involved in carefully following the steps? Maybe I just can’t “FOLD IN THE CHEESE?” Although, this week my son said, “Ma! You made a fantastic, the best ever Mac N’Cheese.” So, perhaps I do know how to “Fold in the Cheese?”

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Published on November 23, 2023
Published on January 24, 2021
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Published on November 7, 2023
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Published on October 23, 2023

Instinctively Spring – And lessons in reading the world

Instinctively Spring – And lessons in reading the world
Forget the calendar. Seriously, it gives you a false sense of seasonal security. The calendar is an excellent tool for organizing your time, days, events, and years. However, I find it’s not an accurate tool for understanding the changing seasons.
The calendar states this year of 2023, in the northern hemisphere, spring will start on March 20 and end on June 21. In my world, spring begins in February. At this time, I can clearly state, on February 6, 2023, spring began in Montreal, Canada. Remember, this is in my world.
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Published on February 12, 2023

Waa Think I Love You

Waa Think I Love You
 A Love Story for Valentine’s Day
 
Waaa Think I Love You

Yes, that was me, the David Cassidy singing gal skiing up and down tracks 2 and 6 with a smile on my face. But, I wasn’t alone. I was with so many other skiing enthusiasts, smiling and enjoying the gift of pristine fresh winter snow in February. It doesn’t get better than this. This is pure love!

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Published on February 10, 2023
Published on February 18, 2019

To Menou with Love – A Love Story

To Menou with Love – A Love Story
One day, I got off the summer day-camp bus and found a Tabby cat gingerly walking around my lawn. I signaled to it and it suddenly came to me.  I named her Menou.  Although my mother didn’t like cats and told me not to feed her, I did.
Each day, I would jump off the afternoon bus and quickly run to give her tuna, water and lots of cuddles. This went on for weeks during the summer of 1971. On a very hot day, I got off the bus and I couldn’t find Menou. Surprisingly, she was on a blanket at my front door.  My mother told me she was in labor and was about to give birth! My 9 year old life suddenly changed.
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Published on December 18, 2022

A Beautiful Difference

A Beautiful Difference
Many, many, many moons ago, I went to West Hill High School. My years were 1976 to 1980. The school was not a good fit for me. It was way too big. And…
The halls had a horrible sweaty human, bio-clinical iodine odor to it. I think the pool water was used to wash the halls. The only thing which kept me going back each day, were my friends. Actually, there was an excellent geography and art teacher, who inspired me.
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Published on December 27, 2022

My Kind of Sexy

My Kind of Sexy

As a tween, an almost adolescent, I didn’t really understand what sexy was. All I knew was that Elvis Presley made me feel differently. For some reason, I wanted to kiss him and my eyes were glued to his body when he performed. Once I fully understood what sexy was, Elvis was gone, never to return. Left to seek out other sexy avenues I stumbled upon, David Cassidy, John Travolta, Tony Defranco, Davy Jones, and the super cute guy down my street.

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Published on October 16, 2022

Coloured Cauliflower

Coloured Cauliflower
One of our yearly autumn outings is to find COLOURED CAULIFLOWER.
You might be wondering if we are looking for a specific vegetable. Nope! Are we looking for a flower? Nope! We are in search of a spectacular and particular display of fall foliage.
Many conditions need to be in place for this to happen. Firstly, the leaves need to be at the height of their foliage coloration. The sun must be shining brightly with hardly any fallen leaves on the ground. It might take a few road trips, but we are hoping to capture it.
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Published on October 3, 2022
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Published on September 18, 2022
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Published on September 7, 2022
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Published on July 28, 2022
Published on July 4, 2021

Very slow, verrrrrrrry slowwwww

Very slow, verrrrrrrry slowwwww

Naturally, I’m already on a slower speed than the rest of the world. In truth, this annoys people who know me very well. I have a tendency to get lost in the moments. I putter, think, wait, watch, listen, contemplate, and daydream, a lot. You remember, the kid the teacher always told to stop daydreaming. As a student, I preferred to sit next to the classroom window. Frequently, I gazed outward, wondering, thinking, pondering, and then alerted to stop daydreaming. I wasn’t daydreaming, I was creating!  Pink Floyd The Wall, “Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!”

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Published on June 17, 2022
Published on July 8, 2019
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Published on June 11, 2022
Published on September 9, 2019
Published on August 3, 2018
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Published on June 3, 2022
Published on June 13, 2021

Gotta Get a Green Thumb

Gotta Get a Green Thumb

Gladys Presley gave her son Elvis a guitar at a very young age. He was born with music in his blood. At first his famous dance moves were not purposely part of his stage act. The music he was creating made his body move in those very interesting ways. Actually, he found it hard to control his body when he was performing. The music controlled him. Without a doubt, he had it!  Naturally given talent!

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Published on May 27, 2022
Published on August 12, 2019
Published on July 3, 2018
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Published on February 11, 2022
Published on February 6, 2017
Published on February 6, 2015

I’m Sorry & I Love You

I’m Sorry & I Love You

My parents usually called me “Suzie” or “Sue” or “Suz” in a playful kind of way. When I would hear my name screamed as “SUZANNE!!!” I knew the sh*t hit the fan and I would run for cover under my bed or hide in the corner of a very dark closet. Of course, once I was in a dark space, I had to go to the bathroom. This was an automatic response to my fear and sudden confinement. I’m kinda the same today.

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Published on January 30, 2022
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Published on January 23, 2022
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Published on January 16, 2022