Call me I’ll wait To hear your voice again Or tap me a txt Shrt nd swt Type me into your calendar Amid your Busy schedule If it suits Your agenda Your master plan of world domination On social media Where ‘friends’ Like to imagine Everyone cares When no one Has the time To be… Read more »
Things that appear normal to you, things that you grew up with, are sometimes strange to others. My grandparents were Finnish so having pickled herring and rollmops (pickled herring, but with the skin on) around was just normal. They were a nice quick snack. Everyone who would visit Grandma’s always helped themselves (through her encouragement)… Read more »
This week, I received a letter from a reader who was upset by the most recent issue cover. Some of you may not even realize that we have a magazine cover. If you choose the Past Issues Link fron any story you can see all of them, or you can click the “Download this issue”… Read more »
Beginning in childhood, we are asked what we want to be when we grow up. Some of us have great imaginations: an astronaut, a race car driver, a rock star! Some of us know from the second we receive a certain toy what our career paths will be: doctor, police woman, or chef. But for… Read more »
April hasn’t been a good month this year. First we had the accident in Humboldt, SK that lit up the news media across the nation, and just recently, the van attack that took place in Toronto, ON. Both very different tragedies, one of negligence, the other, far too deliberate in nature. What they have in… Read more »
Sometimes, there is nothing like saying you are done with something—or someone. Sometimes, it feels good to quit. Sometimes, the only way to feel better is to indulge in something decadent. And, sometimes, the only way to get your good vibes back is to do something you probably shouldn’t. I don’t recommend robbing a bank,… Read more »
After what has felt like the longest winter, it is finally feeling like spring. It turned spring-like a few weeks ago, too, only to have another snowfall warning, which lived up to its name. Now, I love winter, but this year those “it isn’t April it is really January 104th” felt all too real. The… Read more »
