Dear younger self. Here you are on the day of your Christening, with all your grandparents. Nan Torraville is holding you. She will be gone before your second birthday, but you will feel her presence with you all your life. You are named Michelle, but you will be known as Shelly.
I learn lessons in so many unexpected ways. This is how I learned about the power of building a strong relationship.
I recently shared a post on my personal Facebook page. Nothing unusual about that. It had come up on my newsfeed a couple of times. The first time I scrolled by, not bothering to read it. The next time it came up I looked a bit closer. It had been shared a couple of times by people that I knew from a bloggers group I belong to, so I clicked on the link. It doesn’t matter what the content was about, because that is not the point of this blog. Continue reading “Relationship Lessons”
Tammy Somerton was my first friend. The how is a little fuzzy for me because we were 3 years old when we met. I know that we moved to the house across the lane from hers. My dad was the principal at the school in Portugal Cove, and Tammy’s dad was the janitor. Continue reading “My First Friend”
Today I was going through some things that belonged to my mom. It was mostly pictures, but in the midst of it all I found a card and letter that I had given to her on Mother’s Day, 1988. I was pregnant with my first child. It is a coincidence that I found this letter on the day that he was due to be born?
When I read through the letter, I was crying, of course, but I also reconnected with who I was back then, and how much I loved (love) my mom. I share it here with you to honour and remember her. The picture at the top of the blog is from her last visit to Moncton in 2009. It was the year of her 70th birthday, and the year she passed away. Continue reading “Mother’s Day and Memories”
I am almost ashamed to admit it now but there was a time when one of my favorite sayings was “Build a bridge and get over it.” I quoted it to friends who were struggling with how to move on from difficult situations.
I meant well with those words. I thought it was good advice. Figuratively building a bridge to get from one place to another, and a way over difficult terrain. I haven’t thought about or used that phrase in a long time. I was reminded of it today when I was in my driveway because I could hear the noise from the machines that are pounding the steel supports into the ground for the new bridge that is being built to replace the causeway between Moncton and Riverview. Continue reading “Building Bridges”
The story of how we started and I found the love of my life.
My family moved to Moncton in the summer of 1981. I started school at Moncton High in grade 12, the final year of high school not knowing a soul. It was a challenge for me to make friends as the social groups were pretty well formed by that point. So I tried out for the school musical, “Anne of Green Gables”, one of my all-time favourite stories.