The time for change had arrived. Around the second year into my retirement, I began to mull over the cost of living alone in my large two-story house. When I retired, I still hosted international students who came to Canada for English study (ESL). When I first became involved in this endeavor, I never imagined …more
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Finally, I have just completed a game of ‘catch-up’ with a mammoth number of unopened e-mails, those that have lain dormant and unanswered within my bulging Inbox for several days – the net result of a faltering Server, the same of which has frustratingly ‘not served’ in the manner quite expected when initially taking out …more
I was one of those people who married for life. For better or for worse. My husband preferred to seek better elsewhere. He didn’t want to wait ‘til death do us part, and poof! With the wave of a judge’s magic wand, I found myself single after 31 years and 11 months. At the tender …more
Turning 60 is a big deal, right. It is one of those life stages where looking backward becomes easier than looking forward. My father was 60 when he first started telling me about his boyhood days growing up on a farm near Redding, Iowa. I heard a lot about the farm over the next thirty …more
Nothing disturbs the mind of an otherwise dedicated expat, and particularly those of the retired variety, than being unable to watch their favorite TV programs from their home country. Admittedly, in countries such as Spain, France, Portugal and Italy, watching a good dose of national TV from time to time does help to improve language …more
Enjoying the beauty of a foot of fresh snow outside the window, we lounged unconcerned in the warmth of our shared fireplace. No one was in a hurry to shovel; no worries, no pressure. After all, this 3-shovel/3-shoveler snow removal job would be fast and fun. Later. But now, we were reflecting on our first …more
Since marrying my husband just shy of twenty-five years ago, we have lived: In Humboldt County, California where giant coastal redwoods march into the wild waves of the Pacific Northwest. On the side of Kilauea volcano on the big island of Hawaii where new land is created every day and the air fills with sulfur …more
As a young teenager growing up in England in the 1970’s, America, for me, meant three things: Movie stars, pancakes with maple syrup and metal mailboxes with little red flags. Maybe it was from watching all those American shows or maybe from reading too many noir detective thrillers, which I devoured. Or perhaps I had …more
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