Journal of displaced Canuck

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

We moved to paradise

For a span we lived on a Caribbean island. It was...interesting. (Appeared in Globe and Mail Feb 6, 2012) The plane landed with a thump. Our dog, who had been relatively calm during the five-hour flight, started to shake nervously. My husband, Steve, and I were as excited as kids on summer vacation.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 13, 2017

I'm coming home, I've done my time

The past six years of life have been, in a word, interesting. Six year ago today my husband's job ended abruptly and we began our (interesting) adventure. This post was written almost two and half years ago but I thought I'd start here and work my way forward in an attempt to explore where life has... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Facebook Folks

My dad used to say you can tell a lot about a person by their handshake. Today, you can tell a lot about someone by their interactions on Facebook. Facebook is an amazing sociological, and to some extent, psychological tool. I hopped on it about six years ago when my nieces, who had young children,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Birds of a Feather

It’s early February and the lake is moving freely. I’m new to living with a body of water in my backyard but love the look of a frozen lake in wintertime, its crystalline surface inundated with peaks of drifted snow that swirl like icing on a cupcake and sparkle when the sun bounces off the sugary... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Revising the revision!

I wrote a book once, about four or five years ago. I revised it once, twice, three times and more. Three years ago I thought it was completely finished. Then I sent it chapter by chapter to a ‘book doctor’ who helped me edit it again and also helped me to write a query letter and a synopsis. After... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Wild for Wallpaper

For the record, I am not…wild for wallpaper that is. But there was a time when I was. Back in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. I papered like a madman and the walls that didn’t get covered got stenciled. I am even guilty of stenciling over wallpaper! For this crime,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Home again, home again jiggity-jig!

T'was gone for several days, out to the west coast of Canada to visit my son and his girlfriend. I love it out there and have loved it since I first laid eyes on this part of the country when I was twenty-one years old. I've never had the opportunity to live in western Canada but my son has made it... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Her final words...

My Grandmother dabbled in poetry, writing verses about her family, her church, her feelings as a wife and mother who watched her husband go off to fight in WW1 and then years later said goodbye to two of her six sons who joined the air force and the army during WW11. Several of her poems were... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

There’s no place like home

Normal 0 “Why do those people have dog faces?” Grandma blurted out while at church one Sunday. Several heads turned to the voice coming from the little old lady with red, watery eyes with a gaze that was far, far away. “Shhh”, my mother uttered. “But they have dog faces!” Grandma was adamant. In a... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Of Mice and Men

One, two, three, no, five mice scurry across Grandma’s living room floor to scoop up the scattered birdseed from her canary’s cage. My mother and I watched in horror, our feet curled under us on the velvet chairs. An unusual coffee table that Grandma’s son had brought her from Africa was a prominent... Sign in to see full entry.

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