When we were young Rene' and I attended both the Catholic and the Lutheran Churches. He was Catholic and I was Lutheran. We really enjoyed the Catholic Priest at the Italian Catholic church. He was reminiscent of Father Guido Sarducci, a character created by comedian Don Novello, who appeared on Laugh-In, The Smothers Brothers and … Continue reading You’re religious? →

My family moved around a lot when I was young. As a result I had to make new friends at every school. I am very happy being alone or in a one on one relationship so it was never a problem for me. I have had many "best" friends in my life but one loved … Continue reading My Best Friend →

Growing up as a child of immigrants you gradually become aware of your differences from "Canadian" families. One example is playing the "what are you" game. When children discuss their heritage. Everyone was "part" something. Part Scottish. Part German. Part this and that. When asked "What are you?" my answer was boring. I'm Danish. No … Continue reading Being Danish →

Never say no... A few years ago I decided I wanted to hike the West Coast Trail. It is on the west coast (duh) of Vancouver Island. It is seventy two kilometres give or take and is quite difficult. You have to carry all of your supplies with you and carry all garbage back out … Continue reading Payback →

Right from the beginning it was clear that Renè and I were opposites. And then we took a pre-marital test. Yep. It was confirmed, we had nothing in common. What was revealed though was that we recognized our differences. We also found that our values were almost identical. So it certainly was a sign of … Continue reading When Are You Going To Be Done? →

Yesterday we were walking the river path close to our house. In a short 3.5 mile distance we passed close to 50 people either walking, running, rollerblading or on bicycles. Calgary has such an intricate and massive pathway system and we are so lucky to live in such close proximity. It was a beautiful day … Continue reading Ahead of my time →

The year was 1999. Two little boys were born. One was returned to God soon after. As his Mom my heart was broken. Time has softened the edges of sadness. Nineteen years later the other little boy was called home. I call his Mom friend. I do not know her pain. Mine was mine. Hers … Continue reading Remembering… →

While watching my Granddaughter swim a few weeks ago I chatted casually with my daughter Britt. Her youngest child was making a fuss and the conversation drifted to children's temperaments. Britt was a very quiet and loving child. She was typically well behaved and when I would visit with girlfriends, she would stay close beside … Continue reading You Raised Strong Women Mom →

I’ve learned that feminism doesn’t work.  I have known for many years that I am not a feminist.  I see it as a failed experiment, just like French immersion schools and bubble gum ice cream cones.  In my twenties, I told my “feminist squared” friend that I was an anti-feminist.  She told me that I … Continue reading What? Me A Feminist? →

Once again speaking to my granddaughter G, I asked her about the classes she was taking.  One was a dance class and I asked her what they did in this ckass.  What an answer.  “Well, sometime we cry, and sometimes we miss our Mommies.  Sometimes we have to go to the bathrioom and sometimes we … Continue reading Run Away →