Month: February 2021

There is no such thing as a bereavement holiday. In a groggy morning state, that seems to be the way of things these days, I turned to Lois and thought “where’s your dad?” fortunately catching the words before I could form them. I had a sugar in my tea, the grief anvil teetering dangerously on […]

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It’s Groundhog Day and the toothy little beast has predicted whether spring will keep us waiting or not. Every year, without fail Seb and I would watch this film on this day and share the same jokes that never got old. I’d comment on the quilt in Mr. Connors’ hotel room and we would both […]

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