We finally arrive at Carleton. We are all tired. Guess what? The rooms are not ready. Some of the children will not be bunking with their friends. Some rooms are a mess. The children are taking it well. Finally we settle in. One final check at midnight and everyone thought that was it for the night! Wrong! Mr. Turner and Mr. Lepage gave the final warning at 4:00am!
Dead Or Alive
“You made it. Who’s the little lady with ya there?” asked someone who I swear looked like Joseph Campbell. I was seriously beginning to think I must be suffering from some kind of heat stroke or something. Across from Joseph was Allen Ginsberg, and there was Jack Kerouac, my teenage hero….
The Legacy of The Poppy
It was interesting and yet somehow somewhat melancholy to realize that Natalie was military and her job was taking her overseas, taking her away from her young children and husband, family and friends. Then it kind of hits you as to what kind of a sacrifice she is making for our country.
Broken Hearts
While the surgery to have the pump attached to the left ventricle was anything but a walk in the park, it was well worth it. Recently Bill spent a weekend riding his motorcycle with friends; he is back at work and is enjoying life again.
Count on Us and Count Us In.
It is my hope that our teachers will support us too in our fight. We are often the forgotten souls of a school. It is my hope that we will all find a common ground that makes us proud to work in our schools and proud to work together.
Paul’s Legacy
What happened to me on the top floor of my elementary school so many years ago actually feels as if occurred just yesterday. To be ridiculed like that hurts you to the core, and there are so many feelings surrounding that hurt: shame, sadness, guilt, anger. You want it to stop, to end, you want to have a normal brother, you want his “sickness” to go away.
Street Food Tuesdays
If you are looking for a place that serves some interesting street-food dishes, you need to check out the tasty and unusual treats turned out by Chef Page at McKibbin’s Irish Pub in Montreal’s Vaudreuil.
Without A Word
When they had left he got up and looked up and down the street. It was a beautiful summer night, and the moon was full, casting a warm glow on the tiny neighbourhood. He’d lived in the house with his wife, Margie going on twenty odd years. Why had she ended it without saying good-bye?
My Little Valentine Love
This Valentine’s Day I suppose I will be one lucky woman surrounded by two fabulous men, my husband and of course the one I speak so fondly of. He is a gift that I never thought I would receive, he is love.
Silent Night With Mom and Dad
I start singing Silent Night and my parents listen politely. I am not the best singer in the house but I have heart. As I am singing my father gets up and goes into the kitchen to get himself and my mother a drink.
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