When, at the tender age of 18, I sang along to Billy Joel’s Vienna Waits for You, identifying oh so well with those lyrics… Slow down, you crazy child You’re so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you’re so smart, tell me Why are you still so afraid? Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about? You’d better cool it… Read More
My husband turned fifty in October and I threw him a party. A “party” is actually an understatement because I stressed more about this event than I did my own wedding. With 140 people, it was more like a grand … reception. undecorated decorated I bought decorations, and thankfully had people willing to come and tie lights and garland and… Read More
I woke up feeling anxious again, a condition that usually knocks me out of sound sleep around 4 or 5 in the morning (or in the case of last night – 1:30 in the morning), and in which I spend the next couple of hours trying to talk sense to my racing throughs. No, I’m not even trying to talk… Read More
We returned from Switzerland yesterday night after an exhausting, exhilarating pre-teen camp with our church. It was our third year as camp counsellors, and our first year leaving Juliet behind to attend next week’s teen camp without us there. The pre-teen camp is one of my favourite weeks of the year. We are lucky, I know, that the camp is… Read More
I wanted to write a post with more substance to it, but found I just didn’t have it in me. We’re preparing to leave for the Swiss Alps to help out with the pre-teen camp (our third year running) and I’ve had two of the busiest weeks leading up to it. There are doctor’s appointments. None of them are for… Read More
This is our tenth anniversary of going to Brittany every summer. My husband has four brothers, who each have kids. And every July for two weeks, we all congregate with his parents in one large house, rented from the parents of friends of ours from church (and if that isn’t enough prepositions to keep your brain busy …) where we… Read More
