As military children, we learned the vocabulary of our lives. Base. PMQs. CO. For many of us, these words, often acronyms only but nouns to us, were normal ways to express normal life things, like community, houses, boss. It wasn’t until we left our brat childhoods that we became more multilingual and learned when to … More Editing Fun as a Brat Author
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
No matter how locked up we are, no matter how screen-confined we’ve become, no matter that we have nowhere to dress for, a motto for my consumer generation could be: “Have internet, and credit card, will shop.” I’m not a big clothes horse or shopper anymore. I was young enough once, and poor enough once, … More Pandemic Clothes Shopping
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
I must write this story before my mood is poisoned by any bitterness of reality. I’m 14, I live on the military base of Yorkton, Saskatchewan, a tiny radar station 10 kilometers from the city of Yorkton proper. In grade 9 now, I bus that 10 kilometers into town to the civilian junior high school, … More December 2020. Finally.
If you’re like me, a healthy 60-something in retirement, then you understand when I say, this pandemic has sure put a stop to the plans I had. To be fair, I’m sure it’s changed the plans of well, everybody in the whole wide world, but I can only speak for myself here. And plans for … More Spend More in Retirement (Part 2. Pandemic)
I usually hate November, the dreariest month of the year: the declining weather; the increasing darkness, exacerbated by the time change, which I used to love getting the extra hour sleep of when I was working. But now, on my own natural schedule, like a family dog curious why its dinner is delayed, I find … More November 2020. Ugh.