Growing up in the ‘50s and ‘60s was a difficult period for me, but not because I grew up in Canada – the land of the Beaver. I have always loved being Canadian, but not always in love with living here. There were many times, as a teenager, I wished that I lived in the… Continue reading A Beaver Tale
This morning, I was running errands around town. And at each store, when approaching the cashier, I offered the following comment: Looks like you pulled the short straw! And each time I mentioned it, I got a puzzled look in reply. It was as though the cashiers (male and female) didn’t understand what I meant.… Continue reading A Short Straw
It was the day after my visit to Wreck Beach when it started. Holly my dog, and I were lying on the bed when I suddenly felt a ‘cold shiver.’ It was about 6:00 pm, and I usually go to bed at that time to watch television for a couple of hours. I glanced at… Continue reading Covid19 Virus or the Flu?
August 10, 2020 I hope you aren’t offended by my photo. I spent the day, sunbathing in the nude for the first time in my life at the world-famous Wreck Beach in Vancouver, BC. But I wasn’t alone – there were several hundred sun worshippers of all ages, scattered along the 7.8 km beach. I’m… Continue reading A Nude Wreck on Wreck Beach
A few years ago, some friends and I walked around Burnaby Lake and came across a gaggle of geese. I’m not sure who told me that a group or flock of geese is called a gaggle, but it was probably my gal pal, Agnes. She’s one of the smartest people I know – and I… Continue reading Footsteps to Remember
Yesterday, I took a walk along Campbell Valley Regional Park’s south trail. I wanted to clear my mind of debris, caused by years of reckless abandon. I was feeling happy because I would be on a film set on Friday morning. It’s a commercial and my first acting gig of the year. It is also my… Continue reading A Walk on the South Trail
It used to be a relatively simple thing to do – buying a pair of slippers. Then again, a lot of stuff used to be simpler than they are nowadays. I hate sounding like one of those old-timers who used to tell me how things were better ‘back in the day.’ But at least things… Continue reading Cold Feet, Holly, and a CT Scan
On January 8th, seventy years ago, at precisely 10:30 in the morning, a scream of joy erupted from my tiny mouth as I gasped my first breath of life. I don’t know if I was a planned addition to the St. Andrews clan or not, but I always felt loved by my mom. My dad… Continue reading Seventy Years Ago