An ode to my mother on her birthday

It is days like today when I am reminded why I started this blog. At first, it was a way for me to vent and rant about daily life. Then it grew and became a life form of its own with recipes, cooking and fitness tips and pretty much anything I want to write about….

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…

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…

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,…

Comfort Food

It’s day three of sitting in an condo with very little heat. I’m just grateful that my bedroom is still warm. The rest of the place, including my faux leather recliner feels like an ice box. I absolutely despise wearing socks of any kind at home, so my feet freeze as soon as they hit…