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?! 😄
Is it odd for a Jewish-born atheist to be fascinated with churches? If so, then… I’m odd! 😄
In honour (notice Canadian spelling! 😉) of Canada Day tomorrow, July 1st, I thought I’d write a little post saying why I love living in Canada.
This oldie is sure to brighten your day!
…when your son and his wife have just promised that they’re coming to visit you, and you haven’t seen them in a year and a half!
Okay, whose nutty idea was this?
Early spring, 1971. Greece. An island. A ferry. An interminable trip that seemed to go on… and on…
Aunt Ethel and I were born on the same date, but 40 years apart. I’d sing “Happy Birthday To Us” on the phone to her every year on our big day, which made her laugh.