Category Archives: memories

and where the hell am I?

Uncle Roy died last night.  He was a hundred and four. Roy and his wife didn’t have any children of their own, but he loved his nieces and nephews as much as any dad loves his kids.  My father is one … Continue reading

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a good childhood

Gramma and Grampa are coming down from Vancouver to spend Thanksgiving with us.  They are in the little Beetle hatchback, beige or pale blue with a crocheted afghan on the back seat, Scottie (and before her, Maggie) snuggled in on … Continue reading

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nana banana

My Nana died 7 years ago yesterday.  At least, I think it was yesterday.  I’m much better at birthdays than I am at deathdays.   I feel as though I should have reached out to my mom, let her know I … Continue reading

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fifty years

A year ago I wrote a post reflecting on my parents 49th wedding anniversary. This past summer, our entire extended family gathered again at their home to celebrate their 50th with them.  21 people sleeping in and around their “1 bedroom … Continue reading

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you’re no fool

I picked up my life and moved across the country to be with your father in May.  By December, we knew what we’d already suspected:  we wanted to spend our lives together and build a family.  After casually trying to … Continue reading

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living in the (non-kodak) moment

Today was Dee’s seventh birthday party, and I forgot my camera. I was a little bit devastated, actually.  I had bought the girls semi-matching, ultra-cute outfits, and Dee has been putting off a haircut because she wanted me to do … Continue reading

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a good childhood

We are at our family cabin, deep in the northern Shuswap. It’s a tiny place, built by my grandfather on a chunk of leased land.  No electricity.  No plumbing.  Two tiny cubby-hole bedrooms; one of which can barely hold a … Continue reading

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