Category Archives: Love

Further to my last blog … I did it.  I rose to the challenge and did not fall trying.  I faced that mountain head on, I skied my ass off (well, actually that’s not true because there’s still far too … Continue reading →

Two things. One – I’ve been watching a lot of Olympics. Two – I’m going skiing tomorrow. Anyone who knows me will not not confuse these events in any way. Mostly because my gold medal run pretty much consists of … Continue reading →

Several months ago I lost a friend. And when I say “lost”, what I really mean is – she died.  After an all-too short struggle with cancer, she died.  I hadn’t seen her in well over a year (we had … Continue reading →

I’m tired of waiting. And I’m not going to do it anymore. You know what I mean? We live our early years in blissful “presence”, enjoying each day as it comes with gleeful abandon. Up until we’re about 11, the … Continue reading →

Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again … Then again. You get to a certain age and you’re bound to have regrets.  Maybe more than just a few.  And you can try to sugar-coat it all you want with … Continue reading →

Well here it is my birthday once again, the perfect opportunity to celebrate continued breath (as Cher once said, growing old sure beats the alternative) and also a chance to reflect just a little. It’s funny that when you get … Continue reading →

Shortly before my marriage tanked, my pretty fabulous husband and I engaged in a heart-to-heart. I remember this well. We were hiding in our bedroom whilst our pals and kids mingled in the living room of our Quebec rental chalet. … Continue reading →

You can’t escape it. It’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere since Christmas. It’s been some places since before Christmas. It comes every year at the same time, whether we want it to or not. This I know because the words you … Continue reading →

I haven’t been rambling much of late. It’s not that my life isn’t still wine-soaked, it’s more that I’ve just become somewhat, well, quiet. Not because quiet is my natural disposition; it most certainly is pretty much the opposite. More … Continue reading →