We’re at another wedding this weekend with little time to write/edit (fingers crossed for sunshine around 3:00 p.m. for Pete & Kate), so may I please direct your attention to these:
I provide my mother’s friends with entertainment. They love to hear stories of my outrageous life. Oh that Heather. The actress. The writer. The extrovert. They love to hear stories of… My slapping of strangers. “If you do that again, I’m giving you full warning, I will slap you.” He did it. I slapped him….
Brace yourself. I’m about to wax nostalgic. I grew up in Winnipeg. Twice. Once between the ages of 3 & 8 and then again between the ages of 15-18. My Dad was Air Force. He was a navigator. He ‘told the pilots where to go’ is how he used to put it. We lived off…
When Rissa has stayed up too late the night before… like last night, Halloween… the next morning is… interesting. Let’s say that she is fragile. She uses her frowny face a lot. She grumbles. She has been known to flop on the floor and emit a “Wailey, Wailey, Wailey!” Traversing the space between the island…
Smiling… laughing – that’s okay, but if you catch me on film/pixels while I’m talking, I look like I’m either in the midst of an epileptic fit, morphing into a velociraptor or channelling Lucille Ball in one of the episodes where she has to deal with stomping grapes or packaging chocolates. Below is a pic…
So I was on the streetcar and subway during rush hour not too long ago and I made a fantastic discovery. I wasn’t terrified!!! These modes of public transportation were jam-packed with people and I wasn’t headed for a panic attack. Many people have a fear of crowds. Mine stems from when I was 16…
We went grocery shopping today at the No Frills and it was an ADVENTURE. I bribed Rissa to come by saying that she could pick out a treat. First off, we had the turquoise shopping trolley on account of the fact that we walked. Rissa was adamant that she pull it along “I…” she paused…