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Ass Skiing For Beginners

At the time, I thought it was a good idea. Besides, they don’t let you into “Ski Wee” if you are almost forty. So, my son said he’d teach me. “It’s easy Mom!” He said. I smiled. Well, I did cross country ski, at one time. In the distant past. So distant I can’t...

Puke Pandemic!

I knew it was going to happen before it happened. It might have had something to do with the Mom, who knelt in front of her pale child and said, “If your stomach hurts, sweetie, come back and tell Mommy.” She then sent her kid off to our first community centre soccer...

Last Call

It’s time. Well past time, actually, to finally write the WILL that’s been looming over my head like Pooh Bear’s cloud. It’s a no-brainer, but one my husband and I have danced around for years. “We should get it done,” we say. Then, “Why haven’t we done this?!...

New Year’s Revolutions

I should know better. Really I should. At my count, I have 839 brain cells left, and not one should go missing. So, next year, I am staying in at New Year’s. It’s not like I needed to have another drink. My excuse? Sometimes, you forget you aren’t twenty. You see lots...

Cancer Pants

“You are looking good,” I told my friend Barbara, giving her crap about her new monk’s haircut.  Cancer had made most of her hair fall out, except for a patch all around her head. If she wore a hat, you couldn’t really tell. “Check out these jeans!” she said, showing...