Category Archives: michael

Mount Lorne, a Hockey Hero…and Marichi’s Posse for the Letter M

For several years we lived in the Yukon bush, in an area between Carcross and Whitehorse, near what is now the Hamlet of Mount Lorne. That’s where M played hockey on the outdoor rink. Yes, outdoor hockey in the Yukon. … Continue reading

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Every Good Cowboy Needs a Dolphin

I don’t remember what I wanted to be when I grew up, but when M was very small, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to be a cowboy. But not just any cowboy… Nope! … Continue reading

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Cinnamon Roll Cake

Susan over at Canadian Abroad posted this cake recipe the other day and I just had to give it a try. First you make the batter and  swirl in the filling. Then you bake it. When it comes out of … Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s Day Weekend!

My goodness…I opened up the website to write a mother’s day post and saw that this will be post number 201! Now how did that upcoming milestone get past me, I wonder? I think I better start planning ahead a … Continue reading

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Just Write {5} – Michael’s first bike

You got your first bike when you were four because you had started throwing tantrums and daddy said no way we’re not rewarding bad behaviour but I said he needs his freedom from the daycare kids in the back yard, … Continue reading

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I remember

…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce … Continue reading

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