The Art of Intimacy, or how we can lose it as we grow older

That old yellow wall phone. We had one with an unnaturally long cord in the kitchen of our house. It was the conduit of intimacy. We all spent hours on this phone over the years - it was out of the hearing of the rest of the family once they retired to the den upstairs.…

On the joys of domesticity and/or ironed sheets

I had a friend named Peg, who I teased because she always ironed her sheets, especially for her guests. "Why iron them? They're only going to get all wrinkly right away..." She looked at me sadly. "Don't you iron your sheets? It makes them feel nice." I thought she was borderline mad and/or OCD. She…

Wandrin’ Star

By now probably all of you have seen the ad by Amazon, with the tousle-haired man and his dog with the broken leg. It's sweet but the song attached to it seems an odd choice (well, except that the dog wants to wander and can't, poor wee thing). It's catchy, though and sticks in the…

Going to ground

Time is creeping on....I've made a vow to myself to tie myself into writing for the next several months, stay focused, try to avoid distractions. I've signed up for a high intensity writing course and I want to devote the amount of effort needed to get good results and not waste my or my mentor's…

How will I know?

Oh, sometimes I hate being a grownup. See, when you're a kid, you can spend hours gazing off into the distance and dreaming romantic dreams of life with your dreamboat, think about hours spent together, laughing as you walk along some mountain trail or canoeing down some whitewater river together. I remember spending hours and…

The warped door

In every life, there seems to be a closet of unresolved feelings, undealt-with crises, unhealed wounds. I know I have one, and sometimes  it's all I can do to shove things in there out of my everyday sight so that I can focus on what needs to be done to get myself around in a…

Connecting to your inner gruntle

Grrrr. I am feeling distinctly disgruntled and I seriously need some gruntling. You know that feeling where you start to have hope, just a wee bit, that something in your life might develop into something interesting... and then it doesn't? Or you start looking out for new opportunities and fun... And can't find them? Or…

Serendipitous Connections

  I'm all grown up now, no kids to tow to rugby games or class performances , no parent-teacher lineups or other shared parental volunteer activities to set up friendships with other grown ups. It used to be easy to meet new folks - we were doing the same things at the same time, our kids…

Gordon Belsher, PEI, and seizing the day

I'm having a serious problem with delight. PEI is figuring prominently and it's odd because though I love PEI in its own way, it is far too tame for a wild soul like me. Give me the windswept shores of NS anytime, with their rocky beaches and spitting waves and preferably fog rolling in in…

Going home again

They say you can't ever, ever, go home again. In a way, it's true. Life has changed, people have moved on, the place is subtly different and yet familiar. I recently went for a visit to Ottawa, my home several times over my life - as a new nurse, taking on my first, terrifying job;…