Sturdy? Street? A bit of Chic? What I Wore
Dressed for comfort, in my mind a soupçon of sturdy or street chic, on my way to yoga class yesterday. The Blundstones are in deference to icy docks, my mustard Gap khakis hide a pair…
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Throwback Thursday …. Grandmas and Granny Dresses
My English grandma and I, the summer my dad flew her out to visit us, 1966, something like nine years since we’d seen her, four or five, I think, since she’d been widowed. My Dad…
View PostCold Runnings. . .
Right after I finished writing the last post here, I headed out for a run. Crossing the bridge, I almost turned back, the sidewalk icy under the layer of snow. But while the footing was…
View PostLittle Wonders. . .
We came to Vancouver for this little one’s birthday, and my, was she happy! What a delight it is to have a wee girl’s face light up at the very sight of you…Nana! Granddad! I…
View PostGreat-Grandmothers and Grandmothers and Mothers, Remembering and Forgetting
Lisa’s eloquent post on her thoughts, as a mother, on her own mother’s decline, prompted me to begin articulating some of my thoughts about the passing of the generational torch, as I’m observing it in…
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