Confessions of a professional procrastinator

I wasn’t bored. Not in the least. But I was avoiding standing in front of a camera blathering to myself and I can’t possibly be expected to work when there are dishes beside the sink. Most things get chucked in the dishwasher. But I have this “thing” about handwashing...

My Gratitude Journal – 27 March 2020

It’s not that I’ve stopped being grateful this past week – quite the opposite really. I’ve been jotting notes all over the place – whiteboard, scraps of paper and typing them into my cell phone, but haven’t taken the time to collate them. Here is my cumulative list of...

Today, I wrote a song

For anyone sick of singing the ABC’s with their kids as they wash their hands, here’s a 20-second song that will be stuck in your head for a very, very long time. Soap, Scrub, Wash the Germs Soap, scrub, wash the germs Gently down the drain Merrily,...

My Gratitude Journal – 18 March 2020

The aroma and bittersweet taste of scalding coffee passing over my tongue. Blue-fingered shadows cast on snow. Sunlight catching the arced droplets of dog spit when a ball is thrown. The sound of giggling and the popping up of a head behind a fence as someone watched...

My Gratitude Journal – 17 March 2020

The blue sky, the bright sun sparking the snow. The flakes of snow that shook from the sky like falling feathers while the sun shined and while I was outside. The sight of moms and kids having a picnic at the playground. The sound of kids fighting: “Let me in! You...

Teacher loved me best

How I learned to draw the Easter Bunny in Grade 3 (and still do). Also, possibly why I did not become an illustrator. It’s rarely the “good” students teachers remember – the ones who show up every day with hair and teeth brushed, clean clothes and shy smiles. But for...