Memories Of My Uncle Bob

It’s hard to know where to start when asked about my memories of you. But they go back a long ways, that I know. I remember in my early years, spending a lot of time at Nana’s house, and that meant spending much of it with you, as she cooked, was baking or did the washing.I remember

Hamish’s Journey

When I found out I had breast cancer, it was a scary experience. A few years later, when I was told it had returned, was even scarier. But I’m lucky enough to have a great group of friends and family who were there for me, offering support, well wishes and a shoulder to cry on.

My Aurora

Five years ago, my sweet girl Aurora passed. She came to me at the boarding kennel I owned in 2001, as a rescue foster dog. The poor thing was nothing but skin and bones after having lived on the streets for goodness knows how long. She had finally been trapped and taken to the “pound”

Happy Father’s Day!

I had decided not to post a blog on Sundays, just to give myself and my followers a break. But I felt I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t take a quick moment to say “Happy Father’s Day” to all the dads out there. I don’t care if you are a biological