A Room With A View

From my new writing space, all I see is corn, hay, more corn, trees, and more trees. There is a neighbour a km or so away, but I can’t quite make out their house. This is the road less traveled but there is a streetlight across from our home. It’s a little bit of civilization in a pretty remote area.

long, silver RE-20 microphone on a mic stand

Flashback Friday

This week of flashbacks to my most-read posts comes to an end as I am no doubt searching for my slotted spoon and other necessities. And next week, I’m beginning a new blogging schedule and Miss Sugar moves to a new date. (HINT: there won’t be a fresh post on Monday. It’s all three-day weekends from now on, around here!)

Card given out at Jodi's visitation has a photo of her, a microphone and small photos of her favourite things along the bottom - The Queen, Keith Urban, Rod Stewart and one of her dogs, a husky.

Flashback Tuesday

Today, and for the rest of this week, I’m going into reruns, in order to free my mind and soul (and fingers and knees!) for the task ahead of settling into our new/old home. If all goes as planned, as you read this we are watching the unloading of our first shipping container of possessions. So, please indulge me as I share my most-read posts from the last few years.

Three plastic toothbrush heads of varying sizes

You Better, You Bet

Here’s a confession. I love using plastic sandwich bags. You know, the ones with the zip closure? I love them! I use them for everything from food storage to stand-ins for plastic gloves. They’re terribly wasteful so I’ve made a promise to myself (and now to you) that I will stop buying them after we move.

Derek and I posing outside. He's wearing a tux and top hat and I'm in a bright blue skirt, white blouse and white and blue hat, appropriate for 1912.

Titanic Memories

Last week, my friend Dan took me as his plus-one to a preview performance of Titanic: The Musical at London’s Grand Theatre. It’s this year’s high school project. I’ve seen many of them – you’d never know you’re watching high school students. The talent is first-rate.

The Superman cape worn by Christopher Reeve on a stand at Sotheby's auction house after the death of Christopher Reeve

We Need A Hero

I’ve been trying to stay away from politics, and, more importantly, political commentary here. Politicians don’t make it easy. They lie – they ALL lie and each and every one of them has one main goal: to get re-elected.

Investigative Insight

I’ve joked that if I was ever cut open, secrets would explode out of me and fill the room with noise. From details of the Bernardo case, to Tori Stafford and many in between – I’ve locked away so many things that were never made public but that journalists covering the cases were privy to.

Miss Sugar splayed out on a quilted furniture cover over a black leather couch

Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #8

I love Father more than treats, my bacon toy or kibble. Perhaps you know the history, perhaps you don’t. Mother adopted me on her birthday a few years ago. She waited for me to get well because when we met, I was wearing an ugly cone and experiencing some gastric distress. When I finally came home with her and laid eyes on Father, I knew I’d found my protector and BFF for life. Mother says tiny hearts flew up like sparks between us. But I have to confess that I’ve developed a crush on another man.