Year: 2005

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

There I was, driving down Keele Street, nearly late for an appointment, but sure that I could find the cemetery to take that one remaining photograph before I went on. I was sure of the location; I had been there … Read more

During my childhood, there was a day at school I always dreaded. It was the day the teacher told us to put our pencils in the groove on our desk, fold our hands, and sit up straight while she passed … Read more

During a recent visit with my son's family, I had occasion to attend a special activity at the elementary school where three of my grandchildren attend. While there, I met a sixth-grade teacher who had a wonderful rapport with her … Read more

I can remember visiting a geriatric ward, many years ago, which was full of patients who had suffered severe strokes. Most of them were in wheelchairs, and some of them had no idea where they were. I was just a … Read more