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Writes of Passage, by Lynda Peer

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If you have kids, you probably remember your first parental gut-wrenching panic. You know the moment: You’ve just left the hospital and struggled to snap the baby carrier into the car seat base. You look at the fragile human nestled there and wonder, “Who thought it was a good idea to put ...

The cake chronicles

It’s bake sale and craft sale season, so that means I will touch base with folks I haven’t seen in a long time. What better excuse is there to mingle than examining sweets and handicrafts? I will be going solo because my family is always impatient when I stand around and chat. Of course, ...

Frosty espionage: Blades, banter and covert glides

I recently had two not-so-earth-shattering epiphanies. First, my mother, who is in her 80s, has a more active social life than I do. Second, I’m not as young as I imagine myself to be. My mother belongs to a variety of senior groups and partakes in their outings regularly. For that, I am ...

Autumn: Traditions, hijinks and change

It’s inevitable that whenever there is change, a curmudgeon somewhere will espouse the virtues of the “good old days” to deride the present. I guess I am officially old and grumpy, because I object to Halloween being sanitized. We had nine costumed visitors on Halloween night; I would ...

Seeking excellence … dudes

Sitting in the dark, snuggled under a blanket, cupping a mug of coffee, I tried to muster enough gumption to go outside and run. Or to be honest, I may have been looking for an excuse to go back to bed. Bailey the dog was no help for the latter. She was looking at me hopefully, telegraphing ...

Blessing in disguise

“Whatever you do, don’t move the shirt on the ironing board. The paint needs to dry.” These were my parting instructions to my husband as my daughter and I left for the weekend. Homecoming Week was starting, and outfits in varying stages of completion were strewn throughout the ...