Author: MorMor Cindy

My children think I am a hippy. My husband thinks I am A.D.D. My grandchildren know I have candy. A child of the sixties, a teen in the seventies and a wife and mom in the eighties, and so on. My life this far has been an education. People say some things never change but my husband says I become a completely different person every three years. Sometimes controversial, sometimes devils advocate, and sometimes actually wise. Always looking to the future. One thing is certain, I know who I am. I am grateful for these last 6 decades and the lessons they brought. I welcome the ones to come.

The Proportions Are All Wrong

I made a little Asian inspired dish for lunch today. A little chopped turkey. Some carrots and cabbage. Egg noodles. And of course all the spices and sauces that made the Asian dishes so incredibly yummy. The hot steaming bowl is just so incredible and I sit by my window with my book beside me to enjoy lunch. I twirl the … Continue reading The Proportions Are All Wrong →

Devils Advocate

We all know these people. The ones who oppose something you believe in just because. Many times it is done just to create conflict or to cause a debate. Now I am not talking about people who truly don't agree with your point of view. That is a whole other matter. A devils advocate choses the opposing argument for the … Continue reading Devils Advocate →

Seeing Life From Both Sides (I get it now Joni)

As the New Year comes around, once again we like to reflect on the past year and we decide what we want to change or perhaps fix. Now I am at an age where my reflections aren't just on the last year, but on how many years have come and gone. While this is a time when … Continue reading Seeing Life From Both Sides (I get it now Joni) →

He Started It…

I was watching a show called Reacher the other night. Binged an entire season as I folded laundry. Obviously I have too many clothes as it had been quite some time since did laundry. The main character is a huge beefy guy with an intense sense of right and wrong. Partial spoiler alert... He kills a lot of people in … Continue reading He Started It… →

It’s The Little Things…

Once in awhile, when we slow down and look around, we realize that we miss so much of life in our rushing world. What we miss are the little things. These are the moments that bring focus and clarity to the normally confused world. It isn't about gifts exactly, rather, its about all the minute … Continue reading It’s The Little Things… →

We Are All Unique… Why Do We Try So Hard To Be The Same?

As usual, when I think back to my childhood I am reminded of my feelings of being different. Not in a bad way. Just more that I didn't seem to care about the same things as other kids. When I loved something I embraced it with my whole being. Like the game two square. Grade … Continue reading We Are All Unique… Why Do We Try So Hard To Be The Same? →

Memory Building

A couple of years ago I went to Zoo-Lites with my Grandchildren. A wonderful Christmas tradition here in cold icy Calgary where the Zoo comes alive with millions of lights. That year was obviously a little different with Covid but the magic is still there. The twins, or as Rene' called them, the bucket boys, … Continue reading Memory Building →

Is Happiness a Choice?

I once had a friend ask me what brings me joy. I immediately said gardening. As I thought about it, I realized it perhaps wasn't joy as most people would define that word. What I feel as I garden is a deep sense of contentment. I love the feel of the earth in my hands. … Continue reading Is Happiness a Choice? →

Dear G…

Yesterday you turned 17. You are in grade 12 and after this you will be off to University. This is such an exciting time to be you and I hope this year is wonderful and all of your dreams come true. I remember the last day I saw you. Three years ago you had just … Continue reading Dear G… →

Walkin’ and Talkin’… Free Therapy

I was working out yesterday with my girlfriend. We do our sessions together with my daughter a few times a week. One thing about seeing a personal trainer, it keeps you accountable. Now this particular friend is a working fiend. She loves her job and she is good at it. Having set times to lift … Continue reading Walkin’ and Talkin’… Free Therapy →