Monday, April 27, 2015
We have, at long last, painted the kitchen!
The last time I wrote about our kitchen renovation, I prophetically wrote, "We have arrived at the stage in this project where it is easy to run out of steam. The space is functional and attractive. But there is still a long list of things to be done. Not least of them is the backsplash. Every time the water splashes onto the counter, I wince."
That was at the end of February, folks. Almost exactly two months ago.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
|Peace on the water.|
When you live (or work with) someone who has repeatedly caused chaos and drama, making negative assumptions becomes as easy for us as slipping into warm water. So how can we move forward without sliding into that comfortable assumption?
Here are some basic assumptions that Steve and I learned in the Family Connections course we took and are now helping to teach.
Labels: mental health
Monday, April 20, 2015
UPDATE: I've played around with the recipe and have found that adding 1/2 cup of flour to the topping makes it more crumbly and less chewy. Choose the one you prefer.
It's spring (thank God!) and rhubarb is starting to show up in the produce aisle, so it's time to make one of my husband's favourite dishes: rhubarb crisp. Rhubarb is high in
Here's the recipe I created - for the best rhubarb crisp I've ever tasted.
P.S. This recipe is egg-, wheat-, and gluten-free. If you skip the ice cream, it's dairy-free as well.
Friday, April 17, 2015
|I realize this sounds like a joke, but I am serious.|
Because we all make mistakes. We are human. To my mind, if you have no regrets, it means that you have never looked back at your choices and honestly said, I wish I had done differently. Or you've never had the strength to gain that insight.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Background: my mother was admitted to hospital with Congestive Heart Failure on April 6, 2015. Read more here. On April 13, my husband and I drove from Ottawa to St. Catharines to visit her.
This was the first trip I have made explicitly to see my mother in about 20 years. I have seen her and spoken with her in the interim, but I have not made an effort to be with her in particular.
On our trip down to southern Ontario, I bit off almost all my finger nails. I knew it might happen -- I nibble when I'm nervous or bored -- so I had made a point of filing them before we left the house, and I made sure there was a nail file in my purse. It made no difference. I was anxious.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
|My father hugs me on my wedding day.|