And just like that, the dreaded October
I know, I know; I haven’t been blogging, and I’ve been actively avoiding Twitter except for when I “cheat” & use it like the micro-blogging service that it was designed…
Reflections
Father’s Day
When I think of my dad these days, what comes to mind is, oddly enough, my leg. Specifically it’s the back of my right calf. It’s balding. Again I’m reminded…
Dundonald Park
Photo: Dundonald Park in 1916, from Wikipedia. When my partner and I returned to Ottawa after a decade’s hiatus, we had a shortlist of acceptable neighbourhoods in which to live…
Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day was mostly just another day. My mother never let me attempt breakfast in bed. Chances are, she cooked breakfast for me. Mom’s right arm was never the same…