Derek on his red and grey tractor backing down from a pile of crushed asphalt, his blade pushing some of it

Rural Routes

I fought our new way of life for several months after we moved in. Even though I know it’s futile and frankly, unhealthy for my mental wellness, I dug myself into a state of forcing this old house and property to prove itself to me. It’s too big, too unpredictable too…rural.

computer keyboard with a credit card hooked on a fishing hook

Something Phishy

I’m prepared to be judged for this. Whenever someone is scammed, we like to assume they’re stupid because that leaves us feeling we’ll never be a victim. My response has always been, “They wouldn’t keep the scam going if it didn’t work”. I hesitated to write about it. But after something similar happened to the wise and wonderful Reta Ismail, she encouraged me to tell my story. Maybe it will help someone else.

Nevin Grant and Kenny Rogers in a black and white photo, both wearing suits and holding a gold record

They Called Him Hitmaker

Canadian radio lost one of its last legends this week. Nevin Grant died during surgery. Had it not been for COVID-19, he would have been preparing for a big moment. He was going to receive the Allan Waters Lifetime Achievement Award and induction into the Canadian Broadcasters Hall of Fame. This is the Hall which will also induct Erin Davis when the delayed event finally happens next year.

Close up of Miss Sugar's face while she snuggles in a puffy white comforter.

Playing Dress Up

Human beans are getting bored with being stuck at home. It feels like it’s been nearly forever since the panda-emic began, and we were all told to stay in our houses and self deprecate. But once again, my attitude is gratitude and I’ll tell you exactly why.

White lettering on grey background reads: Gaslighting, the narcissist's favorite tool

Gaslighting

Gaslighting is my favourite term of the – whatever they call this era. Before it had a name, I called this behavior “bad boyfriend syndrome”. The bad boyfriend is toxic. He sleeps with your friend and then tells you you’re overreacting when you find out and get upset.

Come On Get Happy

Upon long and careful reflection, mostly attained during frequent naps, I have figured out the secret to happiness. Actually, my little Furminators, there isn’t just one secret. There are a few of them. But they all centre on the same basic principle: think about others instead of just yourself.

Great Expectations

I picked up some fruits and vegetables at a grocery store last weekend. We don’t run errands lightly. This will hold us for quite a while. We’ve found a small-town store where they have everything we need without lineups or stress. I was in and out in a few minutes and have become an Olympian in the Don’t Touch Your Face competition.

Cabin Fever Hits Home

I’ve heard that there are unevolved human beans out there who think, oh, it’s just the cat. They don’t appreciate our sensitive nature or the deep, inner conflict we feel about too much togetherness. Well, look out people because I’m having a moment that’s approaching a cat-astrophe! If I don’t get some alone time soon, I’m going to lose my trademark composure. If I could hold a pen, I’d write a strongly worded letter to the authorities and ask them to please go somewhere, anywhere, for just a while. I love them – I really do – but if I had claws, I’d climb the walls.

woman on a windowsill of a large room in a highrise, looking out the window

Finding Our Calm

More than a dozen years ago, when I was at 680 News in Toronto, we had several meetings about what the company – Rogers – would do in the case of a pandemic. SARS came, sickened thousands and killed nearly 800 before it was stopped. Our plans to work from home, and perhaps put 680’s Vancouver counterpart on air, were never put to use.