Dear Vi, Do you remember Mr. Rogers and his neighbourhood? In every episode, he wore a sweater that was knit just for him by his very own mother. I just love that. He once said something very wise that many of us, (especially writers, knitters, and quilters!) know to be true: “Solitude is different from… Continue reading Six things Mr. Rogers said that help me cope with Covid-19
Category: life
no bellydance here! these posts are about everything else.
Fire!
Dear Vi, It’s foggy this morning. Outside my window, wisps of fog stream past like smoke from a chimney. Wait… maybe it really is smoke. I get up to check. Nope, it’s fog. Relieved, I take another sip of coffee. And then I burst into tears. A couple of months ago, I woke up in… Continue reading Fire!
A letter to my grade 8 Home Economics teacher
Dear Mrs. Rudd, I hope this letter finds you well and still sewing. You won’t remember me, but I was one of the fourteen-year-olds in your eight grade home economics class at Keithley Junior High in the fall of 1974. That was the year after girls were first allowed to wear dress slacks and pant… Continue reading A letter to my grade 8 Home Economics teacher
The Mother who Saved the Mothers from the Black Bear
Dear Vi, Today I’m going to share a very sweet little story that I wrote it for my mother on Mother’s Day, 1971, misspellings and grammatical errors included. I hope your laughter is full of delight. Mine was! One day Jane was in school sitting in her desk waiting egrley for the surprise Mis Cod… Continue reading The Mother who Saved the Mothers from the Black Bear
Mount Lorne hockey heroes
For several years we lived in the Yukon bush, in an area between Carcross and Whitehorse, near what is now the Hamlet of Mount Lorne. That’s where M played hockey on the outdoor rink. Yes, outdoor hockey in the Yukon! But it was cold, I’m not going to kid you. Someone always had to get… Continue reading Mount Lorne hockey heroes
A frosty morning walk
It is such a joy to wake up and see the sun shining! Sam and I decided to go for an early walk. I can’t go for very long because my fasciitis is back. Argh! But I do the best that I can, and this morning the pull was irresistible. There are so many things… Continue reading A frosty morning walk