If you were a military brat like me, who enjoyed part of your childhood in Germany, then this story requires no explanation. But here’s a little. My mother collected Classic comic books. This childhood memory story reminds me that kids don’t care about classics, but they do about comics. At least we did. Excerpt from … More Lost Year excerpt : Comics
I’ve been away this summer, 2021. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Another tough month in another tough year. Just when things seem to bottom out, they sink some more. But if you know me, you know I cannot resist the climb back out. It’s September and time to try again. (Don’t quote me that stupid “do or … More 2021. September. Time to Try Again.
I’ve just published my third book, “Lost Year. A Pandemic Diary 2020”, and like any author, I feel as proud of it as of any of them. A new ‘baby’ sibling to join the first two, “Camp Follower One Army Brat’s Story” and “First We Eat. Food, Life, and More Stories”. I’m a first-born myself, … More The Middle Child (Book)
Michele Sabad is the author of two previous memoirs, Camp Follower One Army Brat’s Story and First We Eat. Food, Life, and More Stories. Both, like this book, are filled with tales of her life as an army brat, Air Force wife, hockey mom, and retired computer consultant, living in her kids’ hometown of Aylmer, … More Lost Year. A 2021 Birthday Present.
March On 2021 I’ve been busy (a relative term these days) watching Canadian curling championships on TV this month. The Scotties (Women’s), the Brier (Men’s), and as of this writing, the Mixed Doubles. It’s been great to wrangle my daily schedule(such as it is) around at least 2, usually even 3 draws (games) a day … More March On 2021
Can it be a year gone by already? My beautiful new book was released on this date in 2020: “First We Eat. Food, Life, and More Stories” by Michele Sabad. A cheerful, humorous, second little memoir about my life as an army brat, Air Force wife, hockey mom, and retired IT consultant living in my … More Happy Anniversary, ‘First We Eat’
One year ago today, end of February 2020, I was at a major sporting event, the Canadian Men’s Curling Championships, the Brier, in Kingston, Ontario. My husband and I spent the weekend sitting in crowds, eating in restaurants, drinking and dancing to live bands in “the Patch”, the party tent outside the arena. Living our … More February 2021. One Year Later.
2021 has officially joined 2020 for continuing to suck. January plods on and on, but eventually, it too must pass. Plans for 2021? Anyone? The word of the month, (remind me to create an index of pandemic words), has become “variant”. As in, the novel coronavirus (remember when we called it that?) has been, gasp, … More The Never-ending January 2021
Many army brats of my generation can remember the base curfews growing up in within barbed-wire-fenced camp borders in our PMQs (Married Quarters – I’m not going down that rabbit hole again about what the ‘P’ stands for. Personal? Private? Permanent? Doesn’t matter anyway – we just called our houses ‘PMQs’.) Curfews for the younger … More Curfew! (Part of never-ending January 2021)
It’s only the 8th day of January, and already it feels like it will never end. Running slo-mo through molasses. A nightmare where I’m trying to wake up. Covid numbers, hospital overflows. Stricter shutdowns, rules, higher fines. My curling ice bookings are cancelled, again. Swim times no longer permitted. Of course, you say. Those 1 … More Pandemic January