When I was growing up every child was taught the ditty, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” The intent seems sound; don’t let someone’s opinion of you derail your life. Read more…

Two previous blog posts have mentioned my brother and his heart attack. Such things when they come as such a surprise throw a person off balance. Read more…

I am weary. Keeping up with life is a full-time job. Keeping up with going to Toronto added to that to visit my brother in hospital makes me feel old(er). Read more…

I will not have much to say. My older and only brother had massive heart surgery yesterday. No warning or symptoms, just a sudden onset of trouble. Read more…

I remember being invited to dinner with a number of people. Afterwards one couple complained about their kids; it had been one of those days. The next day I found out that one of the other couples who desperately wanted children had suffered a miscarriage. Oops. Read more…