Turning the Tables

 

I’ve been on hiatus from writing, and it has been a choice, and then again, it hasn’t. This last year and a half has kicked my ass. I have moved from what I did for work and who I was, to what I do and who I am now. There has been depression, anxiety, lethargy, weight gain, self loathing and feelings of unworthiness. I keep feeling that I should be feeling something, or doing something, but I don’t and I can’t. Not every day, but enough of them that the good days feel far apart, and much too short. Continue reading “Turning the Tables”

Affirming Ministry

 

I have been attending St Paul’s United Church in Riverview, NB for almost a year now, and although I am new to the United Church, I have found a home there. As part of the process of becoming an Affirming Ministry, the committee hosted a lunch and learn/discussion led by Joselyn O’Connor and Janice Leblanc. Continue reading “Affirming Ministry”

It’s only words…

 

I have been at a loss for words lately. I’ve had lots of ideas about what to write, but nothing spurred me on to sit and put the thoughts on paper. I couldn’t even come up with the opening line, of any of the stories that swirled around in my head. To be honest, they weren’t even stories, they were “snippets” of stories, in a sea of nothingness.

I had even stopped reading other people’s stories and blogs, because I was afraid that I would get an idea from them, and then somehow pass it off as my own. Even as I was comforted that many of them were telling my story, the fact that they put those thoughts into form and I couldn’t reinforced my “writer’s block”. Continue reading “It’s only words…”

Rolo® Cookies

I have always loved baking. When I was 10 years old, I was making cookies and sharing with the neighbourhood kids. I used a recipe that was on the back of a package of chocolate chips. When I was about 11 or 12, I modified the recipe and it became my own.

Once I got married and had children, I was a stay at home mom, and proudly made cookies for my kids’ lunches using the tried and true recipe from my childhood. I “upgraded” my cookies by using mini Rolo®s instead of chocolate chips to great success, and they became the new favorite.

One day a few years ago, my daughter Meaghan and I were talking about cookies and she told me that she had been jealous of the kids at school who had slice and bake cookies in their lunches because of the designs baked into them.  She had been out of school for a while and probably figured it was safe to share that information with me.

She is now living in Newfoundland, and when she was planning a trip to Moncton with her boyfriend, she messaged me to ask if I would be making Rolo® cookies. Of course, I did. That’s the great thing about traditions, they are always there for you, bringing you home.

 

 

Michelle’s Rolo® Cookies

I freeze the mini Rolo®s at least overnight and preferably for a few days before baking. It just helps the caramel to not melt as much while in the oven.

Preheat oven to 350 F

CREAM TOGETHER:

½ cup butter (Here’s an easy way to measure butter or shortening if you don’t have a package with measurements on it. Fill a measuring cup with water to the 2 cup mark and add the butter until you get the amount you need. Just make sure to look straight across at the line to see the measure)

1/2 cup white sugar

1 cup brown sugar (the only kind of “brown sugar” we ever used)

ADD IN:

½ tsp salt

½ tsp baking soda

1 tsp vanilla

2 eggs

MIX IN:

2 cups all purpose flour

 

Spoon dough onto a greased cookie sheet

and bake for 10-13 minutes or until golden brown.

I use a scraper to push any melted caramel back to the cookie. Then put on cooling rack.

 

The Shape of Things to Come

This story has taken 4 years to write, but don’t worry, it won’t take that long to tell.

It all started in July 2014, two months before my 50th birthday. Ray and I were visiting his brother’s cottage, along with other family members. We were enjoying the sun and the water, and I was feeling proud of how I looked as an almost 50-year-old. So proud in fact, that I took a picture of me rocking a bikini. (that’s Ray’s brother in the background).

July 2014

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Work of Heart 2018

Work of Heart 2018 was a magical experience of love and light. For me the weekend started on Friday night when I gathered at the Hotel Wingate in Dieppe, NB, with a group of women, led by founder Angela Harris. We each received a workbook and a contract for us to sign, the Work of Heart Weekend Pledge. It gave us permission to focus on ourselves, and to allow us to be open to trusting the process. During discussions that evening, many of the younger women spoke of feelings of guilt at taking this time for themselves. Those of us in our 50’s could commiserate with them, and we shared our experiences of getting through that and realizing that this type of self care was the best gift not only for ourselves, but for our loved ones. We were joined by Tracey MacDonald, who was one of the speakers for Saturday’s main event, and her input really helped to set the tone for the weekend and made me even more excited to hear her presentation. Continue reading “Work of Heart 2018”

Building Bridges

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”

How We Started

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.

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