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On life and death

November 22, 2016

My mom grew up in a three room house on the prairies in Canada. She had seven brothers and sisters. They did not have running water and my grandmother cooked on a coal stove. One of my favorite memories is the time I slept over at my grandma and grandpa’s with my cousin Shelley. I woke up wrapped in one of my grandma’s homemade quilts in their soft, comfy bed, light shining brightly through the bedroom windows. My grandparents stood in…

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Name That Tune

We were driving home today when a song came on the radio and in a knee-jerk reaction I busted out singing along, even though I had no freaking idea how I knew the words. Ever since the stroke (wrote about it here and here…

March 31, 2014