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From Where I Sit – Movin’ On

In August 1996 our son Greg moved into a ground floor apartment walking distance from NAIT. I had lovingly selected this first home-away-from-home building for its location and no-nonsense landlady. Because he hated the strict rules of the surrogate mother (a.k.a. landlady) he was on the move again the following August. This time he and… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Shop ‘Til You Drop

Last Friday was a busy, busy day. I found the perfect diamond ring to complement the band I already own. ?Be careful when You’re driving,? they warned at the jewellery store. When a person has a glittery new ring on a hand clutching the steering wheel It’s easy to be distracted by its shiny glory?and… Read more »

From Where I Sit – Diamonds Are Forever

August 11 marked our 35th anniversary. Did I mention I was a child bride? (How else could it possibly be true?) For our 20th, we rented a country hall and treated friends and family to a party. For our 25th I wanted a gazebo. It never happened. The day before our 29th, our son was… Read more »