Her mother must have felt like crying as she watched her 13 year old daughter take the large pinking shears to the beautiful blue organza dress, a hand-me-down given by a neighbour for the teen dance that night. “I hate dresses!”, Stevie had screamed, “ I want a new top for my jeans tonight! Or … More The Dress
This is a story for my ongoing series of life as a “Camp Follower” ie, growing up as a base brat first then military wife later. As usual, these are true stories, save for some name changes and embellishments for poor memory! Sunday morning Leicester Square, CFB Winnipeg May 1985 My husband and I usually … More Baseball Game
I’m not too old yet, back then, and lucky enough, although I didn’t appreciate it then, to not really look my age. I look younger than 23, and even with 3 years of University behind me, and with 2 years before that of working full-time on and off as a swim instructor/lifeguard, and throughout the … More From There, to Here, to Now, from Then
“It Wasn’t Me”, or How She Learned … Nicole couldn’t decide if her boss was joking or not. She smiled awkwardly, and asked, “Really, Wilson? You think there are people who would spy on your computer screen through the window? From there?” “There” was the boulevard outside, not busy except at rush hour, then … More Ottawa Public Servants
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