Fun
What do you do for fun? Can you answer that question with ease or do you have to stop and really think? When I first started dating after moving to Toronto in 2003, this was an often-asked question. My response was a rambling mumble that went something like, “I work...Relatively Speaking
There is no question that losing my husband was a massive and devastating tragedy in my life. Sometimes when people first hear about it, they search for a relative experience in their past to find some common ground. This is natural and it is compassionate. But...The Missing Place
There are days and times and moments in between the larger slices of my life I find myself in the missing place. I have made incredible strides recreating myself. I learned to stand on my own two feet and have done so now for nearly a decade. I enjoy my independence...Indigo Dusk
If Gary were alive…Indigo Dusk would still be on my wall. This painting always reminded me of our escapes to Santa Barbara. Something about the deep blues in it recalled the nightscape sky of the old movie theater in the downtown core. We saw a number of films...The Healing Power of Creativity
When my late husband and I first began dating, he set clear boundaries with regard to his time. Sundays during football season were off limits. He was an avid fan and pretty good at picking the spreads. Saturday mornings were dedicated to painting out on the back...
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