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Out comes the yellow bowl. My grandmother is making pies today. She takes out the flour, the lard, eggs, water,…

I love flowers. When I started thinking about best gifts, in response to our class prompt, a favourite vase immediately…

I grew up dreaming of finding the perfect love, Mr. Right, and a great romance that would sweep me off…

Best gifts. There have been many wonderful best gifts that I have received, but I'll pick one because it was…

Singing SoloPart Two We left Calgary on a bright sunny day heading north on the BJ Highway along some spectacular…

My mom made the best cherry tarts. Her pastry, always made from scratch, was light and flaky. The sides of…

It was August. A sunny, summer day. I walked proudly into City Hall to start my brand new job as…

A nondescript fragment of red brick, a remnant of what was once the outer wall of the Kremlin. I’d smuggled…

D-a-a-a-dy! Daddy, come see the awful dirty ring! My wide-mouthed holler, shrill with glee, rings out loudly. A giggle sits…

My Father’s Daughter - A Life Well Traveled Or Journeys of Discovery In my search to know and understand my…

When I was a child, my mother made most of my clothes. She had learned to sew from her mother.…

When Adam was a teen, we were almost always in conflict. It got so bad, I dreaded coming home. I…