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Alzheimer’s and the Sandwich Generation

As with addiction, when reaching out to someone with dementia one can only prod, and suggest, and hope. Often, however, there must be a bottoming out—a physical or psychological cellar, a darkness through which the ill cannot see without guidance and advocacy. My mother fell into that cellar this past April.

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About Me (and a little bit of blog history)

A collection of essays and interviews covering topics such as bullying, the peer pressures facing children (and their parents), and shifting gender roles in the workplace and at home. Where parenting is concerned, there is no false labour. (The ‘u’ isn’t a typo, I’m Canadian.)

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How Can I Change for the Better?

We struggle to teach our children open-mindedness and the advantages of critical thinking; while we stodgy parents gradually seem to become convinced we have found the easiest way of doing almost everything.

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Quiet Voices – A Short Story

The following is a fictional short story I submitted for the Quebec Writers Federation Short Story Competition. Apparently, it made the first cut but did not qualify among the ten finalist. Following my story’s elimination from competition, I was struck by two ideas: 1) Brene Brown and the idea of Daring Greatly, and 2) Remembering…

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A Theory About Why Men Enjoy Televised Sports

Televised sport is a permission slip to disconnect from being a father, an employee, a husband and a home’s general contractor. It is more permissible to say “I’m watching the game” than it is to declare “I need time away from everybody to do nothing.”

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Why Is It Sometimes I’m Aching to Criticize My Spouse?

…It’s partly because, at the time, I’m not lashing out about a turkey roll, but rather about the dozen or so small moments which frustrated me before I got home: traffic, spilled coffee, an upsetting e-mail, a computer crash. These are the psychological termites which gnaw at your patience and understanding until you can vent…

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Household Chores: A Labor of Love & Hate.

I don’t mind household chores; however they do infringe on time I would otherwise fill quite easily with more enjoyable activities. But since, for the moment, I do not have a butler, or maid, or cook, or concierge, I must do my share of deck-swabbing. After several conversations with wives whose husband abhor housework, I’ll…

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The Chasm Between Alone and Lonely

I still revel in the time spend in mental limbo, be it reading, or long-distance driving. I don’t know that I will ever – even when I am alone – feel lonely. Perhaps I should embrace this aspect of my personality as a blessing. I know there are many people who have little choice where…

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