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My husband has been brilliant at creating unique gifts for me throughout our fifty-year marriage. One year, when we were barely making ends meet, he...

My husband and I follow a daily schedule filled with delightful moments. This way, we are sure to experience the best of life. Each day, we converse...

In the late nineteen fifties, I was ill with scarlet fever. My temperature was alarmingly high, and my mother was worried. I was in and out of a...

Each Leap Year has an extra day added to the calendar to synchronize it with the seasons. Babies born on February 29th are considered Leaplings....

On Valentine’s Day, 2018, I wrote an email to a friend of mine thanking him for transforming a wooden box, originally for silverware, into the...

Halloween is here, again, and my brain seems haunted by past Octobers…MUAHAHA!  I remember going out to collect Halloween treats as a...

In the early sixties, I often walked home from school with Gordie, the boy I married a few years later. We would part ways at his family drug store,...

In the late afternoon, on the chaotic day that my father-in-law died, this fig tree came into our lives, offering joy, laughter, and friendship....

The Autograph Project was introduced in November of 2018 when I enthusiastically donated 30 autograph books to a class of grade four students. I have...

Almost a year ago, I received a sympathy bouquet from a dear friend in another province. She and her husband had ordered from a company called...

I remember, vividly, being thirteen. Gord, the boy, Haddock had given me an ID bracelet for my thirteenth birthday. It had my name on it but opened...

This leather-bound book, published in 1938, was always on the coffee table in my mother-in-law’s home. Towards the end of her 98 years on the...

For forty years, at our house, we have celebrated Sadie Hawkins Day, albeit on the wrong day. Every February 29th, we created a Sadie Hawkins party....

When my husband, Gord “the boy” Haddock, was thirteen, he told me he always felt better when he was standing beside me. It was a sweet statement,...

  In 1980, in small-town Saskatchewan, I decided to celebrate February 29, as the gift it was, a once-in-four-years bonus day. At the time, I...

  My husband and I met when we were twelve years old, and, unbeknownst to me, he was already smoking cigarettes. I have known him for six...

  My mother-in-law has been experiencing excruciating pain in her mid-to-lower back. She can barely walk, and, at ninety-five, her entire body...

  My husband and I met when we were twelve, married when we were twenty-one, and recently celebrated our forty-fourth wedding anniversary. We...

"See and Be Seen" was first published in From the Cookie Jar on August 11, 2014 @Get a Bigger Wagon. This summer, I have spent many hours with my...

  Maya Angelou once said, “Do read to someone. When words are infused by the human voice, they come alive.” I’ve experienced this first...

One morning this week I sat in the dark, at the computer, with tears streaming down my cheeks. Christmas music was playing softly, and I began to...

As your Halloween pumpkins begin to decay, see if you can find a copy of a colourful storybook called The Mare’s Egg. While growing up, my children...

I love to entertain in my home, but I am a bit possessive about my kitchen. I consider my kitchen to be as personal as my underwear. My kitchen...

  Like most of you, I cherish many items that once belonged to my ancestors. I also have unique pieces from my own life I'd like to share,...

I love to curl up in a big chair with one of our family autograph books. My late mother’s album was given to her by her sister in 1934. The...