Grief. Time doesn’t heal all wounds.

I’m not going to apologize for not writing as much as usual this week. Sometimes I need to take breaks. And other times, I just don’t feel like cooking. That’s what this week has been. But I have some ground beef defrosting in the fridge and perhaps I’ll make a meatloaf and share my recipe…

Comfort food – I’m craving my mum’s chicken pot pie

Yesterday morning as I sat around moping and deciding what to do for the day in terms of food, I texted my bro in law to wish the family a Happy Thanksgiving. We haven’t always gotten along in the past but in the past few years with caring for dad – we’ve really bonded. Color…

Never too late

I have a meeting Tuesday morning that I am pretty excited for. It’s an assessment where you go through vigorous tests to determine your best skills. By the end of the assessment, the case manager should have a good idea of what kind of work you can do. I haven’t spoken much about my job…

Grief: inner reflection and harmony

This is a repost. But it’s worth resharing in honour of Indigenous/Aboriginal Day which I missed yesterday. As some of you know, in my day job, we work with Indigenous Elders. There are days when I feel truly blessed to have this job. I have learned so much about myself since I started working here….

We’ll Meet Again

The other night, I was feeling senitmental about music from my childhood. I mentioned Vera Lynn in a post about music from the “early days”. Music that my grandfather and mother loved. My mother was born and raised in London, England until she was fourteen. The family moved to Canada and if you asked her,…

My Life: A story of weight loss struggles and depression.

When I sat down to write this post, I didn’t think it would be so long. But it’s well over my 2,000 word limit. It’s almost a short book. To think it started off as a “cooking tip” post and then blossomed from there. It’s a long read – but look. There’s pictures. This is…