Memories, like wriggling worms, are unearthed regarding my time serving in the Canadian Armed Forces
Category: s_ the 90s
North of 66 ~ A Trying Year in Polar River
In 1993 we spent a year in a Northern Community. We had many good times but, there were at least three tragedies while we were there...
The Surprising Shiatsu Massage Miracle Worker Guy
A story about a pain-in-the-neck visitor and how a miracle worker helped me through it
The Best Job in The World ~ Mom
The BEST that it ever gets is having and holding your child as well as remembering the hilarious things they do and say...
Fire on the Rifle Range
Again I realized that there are some of us who need to lead but, there are more of us who just want to follow
Final Frontier Running
'Nobody puts Baby in the Corner'
~Johnny, Dirty Dancing
Sublime: Perfect. Without Blemish
Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it. ~Dalai Lama
Incredible, Exotic India 🕉
We sat on the ancient stone steps in the early morning and watched in fascination as the pilgrims bathed in the holy black waters of the Ganges.
Namaste, Nepal
We trekked for about thirty days in the Himalayas doing the Annapurna Circuit, in an unconventional manner, which will come to light as the story unfolds. To get to the starting point of the trek, we bought a ticket for the bus. Not lucky enough to grab a seat each on the inside of the [...]
A Buttertart and a Kiss 😘
A hastily eaten homemade buttertart leads to an unexpected 'meeting' 👄
Prune Juice & Pregnancy😳
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid....
~Smash Mouth.
Across Canada in Betsy 🇨🇦
In 1992 we spent four months traveling Canada and Alaska in our 1976 VW Van...
We’re Not in Canada Anymore…this is Oz🦇
Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.....
~Men at Work
Exiting the Arctic ☃️
Having lived three years above the Arctic Circle, Dean's acceptance into a post-grad program in Toronto sees us driving South on Boxing Day 1996...
Locked Up in D.C.
A week after my precious son was born, I was in a strait-jacket, face down on the floor of a rubber room. Helloooooo postpartum psychosis.
