Tube Tops & Turtlenecks

Today marks the 6-month of my dad’s passing. Gosh. Time flies and it seems so long ago but most of the time it seems like just yesterday. All the memories come flooding back of that day.......... In among setting up for my daughter’s wedding that was taking place in a few days, we receive that awful call telling us that dad's pain had ended and with that we headed into the city. We say our good-byes. We sit and we cry and we laugh and we try our’ darndest’ to make sense of th

Camel poop. Yup! It’s a thing. I remember as a child dad bringing home this fabulous white box with a camel imprinted on it and being very excited. It was Christmas tradition. Dad would buy this white box full of vanilla halvah from Riediger's Supermarket on Isabel St. in Winnipeg. I loved this treat – it was sweet and made your teeth hurt but it was great! (We used to call Halvah, camel poop, because of that camel emblazoned box!) After we would empty the container of its lu

It’s always nice to know that as I walk along the sidewalk which runs parallel to normal, that there are things that make me smile. There are things that remind me of the joy of life. There are things that pull me out of ‘me’ and pull me back onto the ‘normal’ sidewalk. To say that I doubt my faith or that I am lacking in faith would not be accurate at this juncture of my life. However, my soul feels distant somehow. I don’t think I have any less faith or a meeker faith – but