Let it be

It started as an ordinary, late-November day — no sun, no snow, no wind, no rain, no leaves, no flowers. There was nothing that brought joy, nothing that brought excitement, nothing that brought fear. It was one of those days when you couldn’t imagine anything but dull and grey. It was noon and I was…

The doll house

When Susan was eight or nine years old, all she wanted was a doll house. She’d only seen doll houses in Collinsons Department Store, and certainly never played with one but all the girls in her class had a doll house and talked constantly about them. Their doll houses sounded so much grander than the…

Washing day

It’s early fall in Toronto. The trees are turning to flame, the days are getting cooler and shorter. The nights are getting longer. It’s just after 7 p.m.  The lowest hydro rates have kicked in and for the second time this week I’ve thrown a load of laundry into the washer. Suddenly, I’m thrust back…

2020: Unprecedented

If there is one word in the English language that I’ve become sick and tired of over the last four months of the COVID pandemic, it is unprecedented. Sometimes it’s used several times in the same sentence (written and spoken). By now, we all know that the year 2020 has been a very different year…

Conversations with my grandson

When my 7-year-old grandson asked me, “Who would I be if you hadn’t ‘dopted Mummy?” I murmured “Mmm,” and said, “That’s a good question.” “Well Jana,” he insisted, “Who would I be? Would I still be me?  Would the lady who ‘dopted Mummy be my grandma?  I wouldn’t want that.  Would I have cousins in…

Ireland: The Spectacular Northwest

Carrowmore cemetery: a passage tomb within a stone circle Prehistory, history and mythology; glorious mountains and gentle rolling hills; literature and art, Ireland’s northwest has it all. I went there searching for lost relatives and found a place that would have grabbed my heart, whether or not it had little Irish blood flowing through it.…