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Memories aren't the full story for anyone. They are more of a highlight reel of our lives. This is probably why four people will never remember a shared event in exactly the same way. If at all. What we remember is more a matter of perspective about an event. How important it was. Like a green stick fracture one summer that my mum and sister don't remember at all. Yet I clearly remember every pool, lake and sprinkler I had to stay clear of to keep the damn cast dry. No one even signed it. Not even my sister, who broke my wrist in the first place…. On the other hand, my own children have grown up and seem to remember a volume of events of which I have no recollection. I'm considering getting a tattoo of Eyore on my right forearm that says, “It's all my fault.” I figure that will cover most of the bases. Thanks to Scarborough Dude for permission to record this from Dicks and Janes Fall edition Continue reading →
Wherever you go, whatever you see, it is the food, the wine and the sound of laughter that will be your best souvenir. Continue reading →
Toronto is called cold and heartless by most of the country. It is big and life doesn’t slow down for many of the people there. But it does have a heart. It’s just a matter of taking a few minutes … Continue reading →
One of my favorite quotes is from Thornton Wilder’s play Our Town “Only it seems to me that once in your life before you die you ought to see a country where they don’t talk in English and don’t even want to.” … Continue reading →
That kid you saw staggering down main street, hooting and puking on Canada Day may well be the doctor you’ll see in emergency next week. He’ll be wearing the white coat and you’ll be the one barfing as a kidney … Continue reading →
Yes, it is genetic. The Swedes are fast, the Russians are machines but nobody plays this game like the folk that invented it. There is field hockey and even pool hockey but skating on a winter morning, on a pond, … Continue reading →
It’s one of the big no-no’s to tie a podcast to one season as they can be listened to at any time of the year. So, this isn’t actually a Christmas podcast:it’s about the spirit of forgiveness which, in my … Continue reading →
Just another Yankee with a Maple Leaf on her back-pack While still engaged to mom, dad whisked off to the University of Washington to get a BA in theatre. Mom and dad corresponded faithfully until one day Dad mentioned working in … Continue reading →
To Michelangelo the process of his art was to look at a block of marble atdawn in order to see the figure it contained and then to take away allthe pieces that didn’t belong. I seem to be a work in … Continue reading →
Something good can be found in just about anything, I guess. Sulfadrugs and penicillin came out of the First World War; RADAR, plasticsand synthetic fuels from the 2nd. The Vietnam War brought about a revolution in technological support for the disabled–I … Continue reading →
When your child has Type 1 Diabetes, you become a family with diabetes. Actually, you become part of a huge international family all dealing with the physical and emotional roller coaster of life with a chronic disease. This is a … Continue reading →
The two icons of 50’s TV were Dragnet’s Joe Friday and June Cleaver,domestic goddess on “Leave it To Beaver”. He was all about the facts,while her thing was house, hearth and doting on her sons: especiallythe unfortunately nick-named youngest lad … Continue reading →