On the weekend, my daughter Holly crushed her first ever 10km run at Race Weekend in Ottawa. Forty thousand runners ran over two days. Thousands more cheered the runners on from the sidelines along the Rideau Canal and beyond. Including Holly’s mom, of course. As I cut up a pizza box and little photocopied Holly […]
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As it turns out, I’m a woman who enjoys a mid-range hotel with a passable pool, a tiny little work out room, and a restaurant in a far corner of the parking lot. One night it was a gastro-pub with blackberry and goat cheese pizza. A revelation! “Just you?” the sweet hostess asks. “Just me,”
The other day a very angry man called me the awful word that must not be spoken, which women especially detest being called. Later, I wondered if I would have even started our little fight if I hadn’t already had an intractable construction problem that morning followed by leaving Jiffy Lube without my snow tires
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My friend Susie loves Blackwing pencils, so very much. And let me tell you, they aren’t your ordinary pencil. They are very lovable. They are “signature pencils made in Japan from sustainably-sourced genuine California Incense-cedar and premium graphite.” Some of you might remember that I’m doing a doctoral program in the Sacred Art of Writing.
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In the last several months, I have eaten breakfasts on Friday mornings in 15 diners scattered across Ottawa. I did some quick math at just my level and calculated that means 30 sausages, also 30 poached eggs (medium) because my order quickly fell into a pattern. The Classic. Two eggs. Poached. Healthiest Bread you have.
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