It’s a cliché, but in this case it fits perfectly. My son, Jeremy, is 454 miles or 731 km away, but I haven’t been able to see him nor his wife, Lucy, since spring, 2019!
When I started this blog on June 28, 2015, I was scared out of my wits. What would I write? Who would read it? How long could I keep it going?
We’re fabulous, eh?! 😄
A little note – this is the 4th anniversary of my blog! Here’s a laughter post especially in honour of my province’s holiday today, “Fête nationale” or, as it used to be called (and still is, by many sentimental types) St-Jean-Baptiste day. (St. John the Baptist is the patron saint of Quebec, and June 24th is his “feast day” in the Roman Catholic Church.)
Well it’s taken me awhile to sort all these, but I think it was worth it! Welcome to my 2019 Mother’s Day family pix!
Okay, whose nutty idea was this?
Early spring, 1971. Greece. An island. A ferry. An interminable trip that seemed to go on… and on…
“Finally the bus comes. I get on first. I thread my way down the aisle and sit down beside another woman, feeling safer in company. I carefully focus my gaze out the window, away from the riders. I fear that any eye contact with him could be mistaken for an implicit ‘contract’ that something more is going to happen.”
So reads an excerpt from one of the 25 stories in my latest book, First Kiss and other True Fiction. … Continue reading
Wacky signs my daughter saw in Paris etc.!
I’ve fallen way behind in posting. Instead of continuing to stare at all the great ideas I have for epic posts and not actually writing any of them, I’ll try to break the bloggers’ block by posting some amusing signs I’ve come across in my last couple of months of travels. They might be amusing only to me, so no guarantees… Photos taken in Montréal, Toronto, and Paris, France.
The “not-so-friendly” skies. These are darn clever. (I mean, maybe this is politically incorrect, but… still funny! You’ve been warned!)