Science Fiction Double Feature*
I first heard about The Rocky Horror Picture Show in 1979, from my friend Laurie after she saw the movie with her older brother. I wasn’t allowed to go to the midnight show, so I learned about it second-hand. She had the soundtrack, and it wasn’t long before our group of friends knew every word to every song, and we did the “Time Warp” again and again. Continue reading ““The Rocky Horror Show” and me”
To celebrate International Day of the World’s Indigenous Peoples 2019 I asked Ray to write about his experience at the All Nations Pow Wow held in Fundy Park on Aug 3 and 4, 2019 Continue reading “All Nations Pow Wow”
We are grateful for the complimentary passes and tours from Parks Canada at The Mabel and Alexander Graham Bell Museum and The Fortress of Louisbourg. Also, thanks to The Highland Village for the complimentary passes we received. I appreciate the partnerships of these organizations that enhanced our “Travelling with the kids as grown-ups” trip to Cape Breton Island. All opinions are our own.
Our first edition of “travelling with the grownup kids” is about some of the places we visited with our oldest son, Sean and his partner, Meaghan, on our trip to Cape Breton Island. Watch for upcoming location-specific blogs that will describe our visit in more detail. Continue reading “Travelling With The Grownup Kids: Cape Breton”
I remember the night my sister was born. I was almost 5 years old, and I woke up because I could hear loud voices. Mom was on the phone to our neighbour, and the next thing I knew, Mrs. Somerton was there, and my parents were gone. I didn’t know what was going on, but it felt scary. Many years later I found out that because of a serious medical situation, my sister was born by emergency c-section on Valentine’s Day, a month before she was due. It was a while before I got to meet her, but I remember feeling so glad that I had a baby sister.
Continue reading “My Sister”
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.
Continue reading “Dear Younger Self”
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.
Continue reading “How We Started”