Category: family
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My mother Irene believed deeply in family. By that I mean she sought to keep her far-flung brood in touch with each other, helping us remember our shared experience and our family history. At one time, I lived in Alaska, my brother lived in California, one sister lived in Boston and the other in British Columbia. Irene…
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Hanging out the laundry to dry in the hot sun. That’s a thing a retired woman has time to do. And savor. String out the line, drape the sheets, clip on the wooden clothespins. Listen to the cheeping nuthatches scolding that you’ve interrupted their breakfast. Imagine yourself as a part of a long long line…
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As a boomer who grew up on the edge of a treed ravine that went down to the Humber River in Toronto, I was absolutely a free-range kid. In the summer, we wandered freely in the woods. The only absolute rule was to stay away from and out of the river. My mom sent me…
