The Off-Site Bakery, Part Two: The Wizard of Os

I’m sorry about the gynaecological pun, but when you’ve been in more stirrups than John Wayne, you do what’s necessary get through the day. If you missed the first part of this series about my path to motherhood sans uterus, consider reading it here first. When you were a little kid, you believed something about…

The Off-Site Bakery: Part One

So, The Electrician and I are going to be parents, via gestational surrogacy. Hold on–nobody is pregnant right now. Certainly not me. I just say that we are “going to be” parents because that’s what we truly believe. We are well into the process of making our family real, so I figured it was time…

Preserving a Legacy

The Electrician and I took his grandparents for brunch this morning. While recognizing Remembrance Day wasn’t the primary goal of our meal, it seems fitting that we enjoyed a special meal with his Grandpa today, who served in the Korean War. Last year, I wrote about my paternal grandfather, who drove an ambulance in World…

The Boy is Back in Town

Thank you for all the encouraging messages you’ve sent us over the last few days since Leroy has been under the weather. I am relieved to report he is physically feeling better, even if he’s milking the “poor me” bit just a little to keep the sympathy snuggles coming. Luckily he’s thick enough to forget…

A Brief Flight Over the Pembina River

This was my entry for the Canada Writes Short Story Contest this year. I wasn’t able to publish it until after the contest long list was announced, because stories that had been previously published in any form are not permitted in the contest. Since my piece wasn’t selected when the submissions were narrowed down, I’m…

Proud Godmother

Excuse me for a few paragraphs while I tell you some amazing news about my awesome godson. The little guy is turning four at the end of the month, and he’s probably the cutest little blondie I know. It doesn’t hurt that he has curly hair and I’m partial to curls. Mr. T. loves animals…

Lump

First of all, happy birthday to my dad. He turns 56 today, and did fancy math when I made his birthday call. Today, he’s 56, was born in 56, and it’s the 28th, which, incidentally, is half of 56. Here we are 28 years ago, to keep the number train rolling. Happy birthday to a…

Dinner With the Grannies

I went for dinner with my Grandma tonight; that process has changed a great deal in the months since my grandma moved out of her house and into an assisted living facility. She was hospitalized in November, and stayed in hospital for more than eight weeks following a rough bout with pneumonia. After list of…

Remembering Howie

Today is the one-year anniversary of my Grandpa Howie’s death. I wrote about him several times immediately after he passed away, and I’ve re-read those posts today to remind myself how far I’ve moved in my grief in the months he’s been gone. I still miss that guy like you wouldn’t believe. I consider myself…

Things Are Too Different

We had our first Christmas without Grandpa today. His chair was empty, both in the living room and at the dinner table, although other people sat in both. It’s been over ten months since he died, and I still can’t go to the house without expecting to see him reading a book in his armchair…

Remembering a Gentle Heart

This is an old, old photo of me and my paternal grandfather. When I was very small, I climbed into his lap whenever we stopped in to see him and my grandma, and I stayed there for much of our visit. Thinking back to those visits, I mostly remember laughing. Grandpa tickled me until I…

Purple Princess

My little brother’s girlfriend E is another year older today. She’s a sweet little blondie, equally happy to help in the kitchen or join my brother out in the woods on an elk hunt. We love her and hope he keeps her. The only problem with her is her favourite colour. For some reason I…