The day after my agent told me a publisher wanted to publish my first book, my mother unexpectedly passed away. I fell from the highest of highs to the lowest low. These two events are inextricably tied together in my heart, and I can never think about achieving my dream of becoming an author without the sad […]
Today a woman somewhere is laughing, weeping, grieving, or celebrating. Someone is giving birth; someone is losing a loved one to death. Relationships are forming, others are ending. For some, this will be an ordinary day filled with many of the same activities as yesterday. For others, something unexpected will suddenly make this day unforgettable, one that they may tell their children and grandchildren about in the future. In the same way that we are curious about how our grandmothers lived, future generations will be interested in learning about what an ordinary day was like in our lives.
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One Woman's Day
April 29 – A Royal Affair
It is the eve of the 10-year anniversary of Prince William and Catherine Middleton’s marriage at Westminster Abbey in London, United Kingdom. It reminds me of when Prince Charles married Lady Diana. It was a brilliant day in July 1981 and I was with my new flatmates in Bondi Junction, a suburb of Sydney Australia. […]
April 26 – The Culling Year
To cull: to choose, select, or pick. Anything picked out and put aside. Words mean more than things. When my parents died, my siblings shared all their belongings. I only wanted their words. Things mean little to me, but give me letters, articles saved, and stories told. There is a kind of power in […]
April 19 – My Mother’s Kitchen
In the five years I’ve lived in a senior living facility, I’ve forgotten how to cook. Not surprising since meals are provided, but sad because I loved cooking. Memories of food, its smells, tastes, texture, begin in my mother’s kitchen, a room as spacious as the bedrooms in our house on Summit View. The floor […]
April 12 – The Last Time
The last time I saw my Dad, he was preparing to visit his brother Tom. Why today, I wonder, when I’ve driven all the way from Toronto just to see him! We’re all here, my siblings and I, laughing and joking as always, usually at each other’s expense, loving each other roughly, as is our […]
April 5 – Writing Matters
Many of us are lucky to have people around us who understand or at least support our writing habits and dreams. Even with the best support, I sometimes feel like my writing is inconsequential in the face of so many pressing world problems. Do you ever feel like your writing doesn’t matter? Do ever think […]
