Lifestyle

I like to chat. I chat first thing in the morning about any problems I faced in the night. Then I chat at lunch about events of the morning, and I chat in the evening about the rest of the day…

My relationship with alcohol began in my teens when I felt I had discovered a magic potion! I believed I had found “the answer” and could now socialise with confidence. I continued to use it socially into my 20s and 30s but during my 40s it became…

My husband, with the help of his eldest son, finally decided to tackle his mother’s storage unit. A task long dreaded, yet long overdue. The 10×20 unit was jam-packed to the ceiling with boxes of fabric, collectibles and furniture from the home she left…

Just when many of us thought we were keeping up with the rapidly evolving technological innovations of the past 40 or so years – emailing, texting, casually using Siri for reminders, and asking Alexa to play our favourite tunes – along came Artificial…

Viviane, a 29-year-old millennial, has been feeling increasingly distant from her 62-year-old mother, Dru. Despite their love for each other, conversations between them often lead to misunderstandings and frustration…

Heading back to school as a woman over 60 is both an exciting and daunting prospect. Whether you’re pursuing a new career, finishing a degree, or simply looking to expand your knowledge, this journey comes with its own set of challenges and rewards…

As a watercolourist and a glass bead artist I’ve been on plenty of art discussion forums over the years. At least once a year the subject of copying comes up, usually because an artist has found that their work has been compromised in some way…

I love the changing of the seasons. Don’t you? This time of year I get to pull out my flannel shirts and thick socks, which after a summer of bare shoulders and toes feels cozy and warm. As the weather cools down, I delight in the autumn rituals…

I was a sucker for firsts – just like every other new mom. The first steps, the first words, the first time my boys, Michael and Sam, slept through the night. Sam, at 2 months old; Michael, at age 8. Sigh. Even their first caterpillar in a jar, oblivious to the coming trauma if it didn’t make…

I never used to think of myself as creative. Artists are creative, and artists paint. I can’t even draw. But as a child I loved to “play pretend.” I had imaginary friends and few real ones who’d make up stories with me. In 4th grade, a couple of…