Ann: A story about loss and grief

Hiding the Truth

As I take a walk with my grandson, Charlie, I marvel at how observant he is – how he watches everything from every angle while held back by the straps of his stroller – how he strains to look backward to see the car that just passed, or how he bends over the metal bar to look at the flowers next to him. I think of how lucky he is – how lucky both of my grandsons are – nothing in their development has been called out for examination. They are healthy boys....more

Reflecting on Mothers   by Lianne Castelino ...more

Exit Strategy

I have a bad habit of writing misleading titles so I feel compelled to quickly confess. No, this is not a political post about getting out of the wars in the Middle East without leaving an unnerving situation; rather, it’s a family-friendly post about getting out of the house without leaving an unnerving situation....more

Whose Mother's Day Is It?

I don’t look forward to Mother’s Day the way I used to because I now feel it presents a few dilemmas –  not the least of which is the dilemma of the greeting card.  Here are my Mother’s Day greeting card questions and comments – feel free to join in: 1. Should we send my daughter and daughter-in-law Mother’s Day cards? I’ve always thought it sounded funny: Happy Mother’s Day, Daughter....more

A Place to Hang Your Hat

My husband and I recently bought one of those folksy, old-fashioned signs to put on a shelf in the kitchen.  Even though our grandsons are only 15 months old, we’re totally optimistic about their reading ability:...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… cont. “Home in San Salvador, El Salvador”

On the night that Canela and Dulcenia arrived in San Salvador, El Salvador, they were met by Margarita’s personal chauffeur, at a crowded and dirty bus station just like they’d left only hours before. Standing next to a big, fancy black car, he stood handsome and elegant, looking very much like a proud soldier: shoulders erect and head held high. He wore a black uniform—jacket lined with rows of shiny bronze buttons—and cap....more

Raised by Grandparents: When My Mother Stopped Being my Mother

Can you imagine giving your kids to your mom? Or anyone, for that matter? I don’t mean for a weekend or even for a summer vacation. I mean packing up their things and sending them off for an indeterminate amount of time. ...more
I was raised by my grandmother from birth. She died, just a few months after you wrote this. ...more

A Tribute To Amazing Granparents

I've been doing some reminiscing this week.  Thinking back to those who influenced me growing up, and one person always jumps to my mind.  Nana.  She was a wonderful lady.  She was my safe harbour, my confidant, my mentor, and my wind beneath my...more