First Person

The lingering warmth of a hug has helped me through war, loneliness and loss

Before a double mastectomy, I wrote a love letter to my cancerous breasts

Coaching my kid’s baseball team has taught me a lot, too

My rescue dog turned out to be a pit-bull mix - but I love her anyway

I hate feeling like a tourist when I travel. It’s time to change that

You see all sorts while working at a mass vaccination clinic

I love sitting in my car and watching the ocean - and I’m not the only one

I am at the mercy of my hairdresser: She teases, she trims and she talks too much

My unusual side hustle: being a funeral pianist is rewarding but it can be strange, too

Catching COVID brought my community to my front porch

My badly behaved kitten showed me life was worth living

Weightlifting at 56 is the most empowering journey I have ever been on

What the heck, how is it possible I’m turning 70?!

Goodbye old piano, it’s time for me to play another tune now

Why did I walk along every street in Montreal? C’est le fun!

Mom gave up her car keys, but it didn’t slow her down much

MAID awaits me. I am a little nervous, but I am also grateful

How my parents taught me to save and leave a financial legacy

I’m trying to love this new dog, but I keep comparing her to my favourite

Grandma taught me everything I need to know about self-love

Why can’t I get online dating to work?

The cross-border love affair that withstood war, censors and endless bureaucracy

Grandma had a great marriage tip. It’s time I start following it

Sometimes, I wonder if I stayed with the right guy

My public bench is a refuge from the world

Wordle is portion control for word addicts like me

I learned how to see my grandma, not her dementia

My wild bobsleigh run with Olympian Pierre Lueders

The neverending search for the perfect orange

Weekend escapes opened my eyes to the beauty of February

Calgary’s renegade bocce crew plays anytime, any place and in any weather

Every parent of a newborn is tired, but this wasn’t normal

My love affair with my backyard rink

Shovelling snow is my new meditation

How Toronto’s tiny backyards make us better neighbours

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