My generation didn’t have Uber, Snap Chat, Twitter or Facebook. We didn’t text our friends. We’d pick up the phone, call them and talk. For hours at a time. Continue reading
I’m not here to tell you about Mamá’s letters. No. It’s what she included in her letters that I’ll always remember. Continue reading
It’s election season and I’m obsessed. I want to know what’s going on every moment of every day in the world of politics. I want to know who’s in the lead in the polls and who put their foot in their mouth. And I need to know what that ghostly fellow, Julian Assange is going to do next. WikiLeaks, wiki-shmeeks!
Well, this I can tell you: All this craziness has me thinking of one thing and one thing only:
Why can’t Justin Trudeau be my president? Continue reading
A certain pup, known in some parts as Oliver Twist, just celebrated his third birthday. Meanwhile, another pup, or should I say, dog of royal descent who shall remain nameless, wasn’t too happy about it. In a funk, because of the birthday and because his favorite television series had just ended its six-year run. Here was my first clue that he was out of sorts:
“The world is going to hell in a handbasket,” declared the royal canine. Continue reading
I can’t watch the presidential elections anymore. I can’t. I absolutely cannot! It’s killing me. If I hear one more insult, one more low blow, I’m going to run for the hills. And by that I mean Canada or, better … Continue reading