Ant sac, or disturbing my nest again…


You probably have seen what happens when you kick over an anthill and all of the ants panic and run all over the place, carrying the egg sacs, looking for safety? Back in the days pre-divorce, the ex and I used to call our regular sorting and rearranging of stuff “ant sac” activity - we’d…

Becoming an urbanite


I've lived a lot of my life in the grimness of suburbia. You know - the large lawns, the well-spaced houses, located around schools and playing fields. The places from which you must drive to get anywhere exciting - or you can walk around your suburban block and watch other's lawns grow, admire their gardens,…

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;…

The joys of reconnecting


I was granted a blessing this weekend.  I was invited to share in the joy of my uncle and aunt's 60th wedding anniversary, and was thrilled not only to attend, but to reconnect with so many of my cousins and meet so many I had never seen. It's a wonderful and large tribe, my dad's…