By last summer, I had lived in nine places in eleven months. Forces beyond my control had hurled me from one to the next, some of them rentals but many of them opened to me simply as an act of grace. Home ownership was a fading memory and with every… Continue reading
I had been a staunch vegetarian for over a decade when I fell off the bacon wagon. I was one month pregnant with my first son and trying to honour the innate wisdom of my body’s cravings. My body’s wisdom wanted bacon. Too embarrassed to confess my weakness for that… Continue reading
We were wrapping up an idyllic wilderness trek two years ago when my youngest son stirred up the proverbial hornet’s nest. We had lagged behind his father and brother and somehow lost sight of their path through thick undergrowth. When we cleared the bushes, we were not near our canoe,… Continue reading
Whoever said children should be seen and not heard was really missing out on some great insights. Listen to kids closely enough, and it doesn’t take long to realize that in between the gags and temper tantrums, it’s sometimes as if they’re channelling the divine. As a parent, I’ve come… Continue reading
Millbrook used to have its own Sears pickup location. That tradition of leisurely flipping through a Sears Wish Book, placing an order and picking up our fulfilled wish a while later while catching up with friends and neighbours on a pleasant stroll downtown had an easygoing, community feel about it… Continue reading
When I found myself newly single, I started spending a lot of time baking. I love not only the taste and the smell of it, but its underlying message: that no matter how bad things may look in the beginning, they can always turn out with the right combination of… Continue reading
I was having lunch with a client shortly after moving to the village when Millbrook sprung up unexpectedly in our conversation. My client is one of the brightest minds in Canadian advertising, a master at marketing businesses, and had just created a new brand, “Millbrook” for a tactical defense company… Continue reading
I never used to think about angels, despite living in Millbrook’s former St. Andrew’s United Church. But that changed a few Christmases ago, one night as I was closing up shop in the little breastfeeding clothing boutique that I kept in downtown Millbrook, where the Quilter’s Bolt is today. It… Continue reading
