Friends & Family

Memories of Maggie

Three weeks ago today, I discovered that Maggie had passed away in September. It’s taken me all this time to write this for several reasons, but mostly because I felt embarrassed that I didn’t know sooner. We lived in the same apartment block, Maggie one floor below me. I can’t remember when she moved in, but […]

Spring Tulips

Spring Tulips

I just finished sending an email to a friend who now lives in Europe, and it reminded me of a picture I had taken in the spring of this year. In May, she and her husband, now living in Europe, came to Vancouver for a visit. The week before she arrived, I passed by this […]

Graduation Present

I suppose this whole chain of events began when I tried to contact my Auntie Micki. I lost touch with her after dad passed away. While I loved her dearly, she would keep me on the phone literally for hours, no matter what I said (I have to go in 15 minutes; I’m meeting someone […]

Let Down

In the last week of February, I walked into a hornet’s nest, figuratively speaking. I was having a conversation with a friend and made a comment about getting together for coffee after she returned from a business trip. She then proceeded to bring up an issue she had with a habit of mine. I listened […]

Common Grace with Friends

On Friday I had the pleasure of meeting up with a friend who no longer lives in Vancouver, but she and her husband make it a point to visit the city every so often. We were roommates in university in the early 80s, and stayed in touch through the years. In light of the kind […]

Hello, My Name Is

I’m adopted. I’ve gone through cycles of wanting to find my birth mother; not caring about being adopted; not wanting to find my birth mother; feeling disenfranchised; feeling like I belong to my (adoptive) family. For 11 months of the year, including birthdays, anniversaries and other family-related special occasions, I can mostly curb my temptation […]

Living to 100

It started as an off-the-cuff remark. It was Wednesday, July 5, 2000. Relatives I hadn’t seen since I was a child had gathered at my sister’s place in the early evening of the day of my mother’s funeral. I sat beside Dad, a plate in front of him, empty except a few scattered crumbs playing […]