Kinship Among Klutzes…

There are klutzes and then there are serious klutzes. I am a KLUTZ extraordinaire. I can’t walk through a doorway without hitting one side or the other. I can’t take a pan out of the oven without burning myself. Every time I take the lid off a pill bottle, I drop the lid on the floor. I fell out of the pantry one day (one step) and sprained my ankle. Basically, if there’s anything to bump, walk or crash into – I will. Bruises, scars and scabs are some of my best friends. I take them everywhere I go

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We’ll be Seeing You…

We’ll Be Seeing You…
While we were in Nova Scotia this year we received the phone call that all adult children dread. It was Glenn’s Mom, Annie, calling to tell us that his Dad, had been taken to the hospital with some serious health issues. For a while it looked like he would recover to the point that he could leave the hospital, but that was not to be.

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A Little Piece of Paradise…

Located on Nova Scotia’s southwestern shore, the sleepy little community of West Head sits on a spit of land that juts out into the cold Atlantic Ocean. It is surrounded by water on three sides. It is possible to count on one hand the number of days each year when the wind does not blow. Late spring, summer and early fall can be gorgeous, while winter can be downright vicious…

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I Sure do Miss That White-Haired Daddy of Mine…

  April 1st marked the 4th anniversary of Dad’s death. He was and always will be a unique, talented, multi-faceted character in my mind. Others may choose words such as inventor,  genius, enigma, weirdo or oddball. We are quick to admit that he marched to the beat of a very different drummer. It was impossible to predict what he would say or do.

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Stupid, Stupider, Stupidest…

STUPID NUMBER ONE Early one morning, well before daylight, Glenn and I left the funeral home to meet with a family who lived about two hours away. We arrived early, found out exactly where the family lived and then went to McDonalds for breakfast. As I was walking towards the restaurant, I looked down, only to discover I was wearing different shoes, one black and one blue. Even worse, the heels were different heights giving me a noticeable limp that…

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Murphy’s Law On Steroids

Some stories are just too entertaining to keep to one’s self. I thought this one might give you a chuckle on a wintry day. (Should I admit we are in balmy Varadero, Cuba?) Back in 2010, Glenn and I experienced our own “Comedy of Errors” or what I like to call “Murphy’s Law Gone Haywire.” It was February and we had just returned from two weeks of visiting my Dad and brothers in Nova Scotia. As in years previous, we…

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