When I was a young girl, my grandfather bequeathed a huge, ornate, old piano to my mother. There was no room in our living room, and so it...
This has been a hot, smoky summer for many in Western Canada and a cool, wet one down East. Our country has also become divided, not just by weather,...
When we were in our 20’s, many of us envisioned the excitement of finding true love, meeting the right person and spending our lives planning a future together,...
When I was caregiving for my parents, a few years ago now, we started the search for an ideal senior home. A few of my siblings and I...
Before the word “COVID” became a household name, a friend and I had organized a Senior group in our community. She was tired of spending Friday evenings at...
This has got to be my best from Lorrie Morales. She writes with wisdom when she concludes that the ‘beauty of our history is that it lives on through...
It is no fault of Lorrrie’s that this is published late. I have had incredibly busy a couple of days. Please forgive me. In this piece, Lorrie encourages us...
Today, I ventured into my garden and was thrilled to see that my lettuce has now grown enough for me to snip enough for a supper salad. This...
My grandmother suffered from dementia, as did my father. Do I fear this disease? I suppose I expect to suffer some memory loss as I age, but I hope...
I am a senior. I get the discounts. I can make excuses. I have slowed down. I often speak my mind. I don’t need to dye my hair...