Kids often want their parents to be as “normal” as the neighbours appear to be, but sometimes its the eccentricities that turns kids into truly interesting adults.
Archives for February 2010
When you look back into the past, and then compare it to a real life picture on Facebook, the truth often can surprise you. One of the powers of social media is the gap of time it closes, and the shift in perspective it can initiate. It can be a transformative experience, especially when it humanizes the school bully.
On Sunday morning, I dutifully planted myself on a church pew, cursed the itch of new nylon stockings, and entertained myself with the silent addition of the phrase “under the covers at night” to the ends of hymn titles.
I have had a great love in my life. A 14-year marriage that ended with a great crash in March of last year. Understanding the how’s and why’s a marriage end is largely irrelevant to the bystander. However a marriage ends, the saddest part is the loss of that connection. The loss of that love in the universe.
Are we destined to love the people we love, and be with the people we are with? I wouldn’t have said so but then a series of strange coincidences convinced me otherwise.
Two years after losing her mother, writer Star Weiss reflects on her parents’ 69-year marriage, and how they never stopped holding hands.
“That’s it, when we’re done here we’re going to get you a Roomba,” Anna said, scraping up the last of the pan-fried potatoes from her plate. We were at Joe’s on Davie, having our traditional Saturday morning brunch. Her boyfriend, also named Kevin, was there, too. “What? You mean now?” I asked. “Yes, now. There’s […]
I love you. I wonder, how many of us say that every day? It’s such a short sentence. Then again, it is perhaps the longest sentence ever written. It’s so easy to say those three words but it is another thing entirely to demonstrate it every day of our lives. I wonder who can? When […]
Maybe the resolution last year would have been more successful if it been “Remain celibate and joyfully single” rather than the trap-door-open-for-sex-and-entanglement wording: “Remain joyfully single.”
“I don’t want another dog,” I reminded my family as I reluctantly trailed behind them toward the doors of the Humane Society. “They need to be fed, bathed, taken to the vet, taken for walks and of course be cleaned up after…and you know who’s going to end up doing that.” I continued with my […]