Both of my parents were born and raised in Brooklyn. Both of my older brothers were born there as well, although the family moved to Missouri for the boys’ early years, and then to Ontario just before I was born. I have never lived in New York City although I came close once, a lifetime…
A fellow Canadian blogger has reminded me once again that we are fortunate here in Canada with our imperfect but nonetheless exceptional healthcare system (often complemented by private and provincially-funded children’s charities), which has spared me from potentially debilitating expenses related to caring for Owen. The majority of his expenses was covered by provincial and…
Someone near and dear to me said my blog is a bit of a downer. He was joking of course, but I can’t disagree. I think it serves the subject matter well–but, it seems, at the expense of sharing lighter moments in my life.
Tomorrow is the first anniversary of Owen’s death. I’m going underground for a few days. Angus has taken me up on my offer to take the day off as well, although he’s already warned me he may or may not spend it feeling sad.
We’re in London UK and sadly, leave tomorrow… What a fantastic city this is! We did everything and yet barely scratched the surface.
We headed to LA just after Christmas and returned last night. We were visiting my brother and his family.
I took Angus to Punta Cana, in the Dominican Republic. Beautiful weather, lovely resort, great adventures… and a needed break away from home.
A visual tribute to Owen’s 12th birthday (which was in August), and the inimitable Jamie, who tirelessly dreams up enjoyable and interesting things for them to do.
Vacationing with Owen is usually work. A lot of work. Even in my previous life, when we were a more traditional mom-and-dad family, I found it was just like being at home, but worse.
Very brief photo journal of the past 3 days. To be continued.