Month: February 2005

During my teenage years, alcohol played a heavy role in my life. Coming from the west of Scotland, a young boy felt pressured to drink at an early age. By the time I was sixteen, I was partying every weekend. … Read more

Our local newspaper recently carried headlined stories for two days about a theft in our community. A young man, on a dare, stole a five-hundred-pound bronze horse that marked the entrance to a subdivision. He hadn't thought the situation through … Read more

I am a frustrated gardener! The winter winds not only send shivers and chills through my parka, but the drifting four-letter white stuff covers everything, especially my garden. Thus I have learned to make the most of the snowy season … Read more

Several months ago, I was involved in a traffic accident while driving along a major roadway in a shopping mall parking lot. My car was hit by a driver coming out of an aisle, resulting in $2,100 damage to the … Read more

Some years ago, I became a Canadian citizen. I love Canada. I love the wide expanse of this wonderful country with its breath-taking Rocky Mountains, and the constant motion of the oceans which line our land on the east and … Read more

Dustme is a cockatoo that has become an interesting part of my daughter's household. He is very curious, and every time I visit, they have a new story of his antics. He's learned to imitate the 'phone, bark when the … Read more

On September 15, 1971, I was born. My parents named me Peter Christophor Carroll, a name chosen ten years before I came into the world. If I had been a girl, my name would have been Peatsa Christina. I was … Read more

On September 15, 1971, I was born. My parents named me Peter Christophor Carroll, a name chosen ten years before I came into the world. If I had been a girl, my name would have been Peatsa Christina. I was named after my mother's … Read more

Many people have asked me how I cope with the death of a loved one. Well, it is overwhelming — there is an emptiness and numbness that is impossible to describe. Every death is different, and we react differently to … Read more

When I was visiting one of my daughters, her four-year-old son was watching me put on my make-up. He wondered what I was doing, so I told him I was making myself beautiful. Then I asked him if he thought … Read more