This weekend is Thanksgiving. Family. Turkey. The good china. Why does the good china only come out during special occasions? It sits in the china cabinet collecting dust for most of the year, only to be enjoyed a handful of times. And same goes with that special dress hanging in the back of the closet … More Hot Dogs on a Fine China Plate
Make up…Done. Hair…Done. Slip on Dress. Strap on heels. Ready to head back to another place. Another time. Another era. As we walk into the grand room, we are surrounded with an endless sea of tables covered in white linen and sparkling silverware. In the middle is an empty dance floor, and at the end … More Dance Me Back to Another Time
I’m a Hockey Sister alumni. Growing up during the cold Manitoba winters, I would make a beeline to the car from our house nearly every weekend to avoid the cold, brisk air that would make my nose an instant Ruldolph red, as we headed to my brother’s hockey game. In my dad’s shiny Malibu car … More Hockey Sister
“I just told a lie and I feel so bad.” That’s not how you want a day to end but Armando walked into our condo the other day and said just that. Great. My fiancé is a liar. This is the day that is going to be etched in my brain of when Armando confessed … More An Innocent Lying Thief
I need to teach my family how to hug. We are a Canadian family with an Eastern European background. We hug when necessary…we hug “hello” and “good-bye” when we don’t see the person often, and we hug….hmmm???…well, it’s not an everyday occasion. So, I think my family might be a bit overwhelmed come December, when … More To Hug, or Not to Hug, That is the Question.
Oh dear, please tell me how I am going to tell Armando that I just depreciated the value of our new condo today with one stupid action? It centers around ironing. I hate ironing actually. I don’t iron. The ironing board that I contributed to our collective household items sits in the closet, practically new. … More Ironing 101