Celebrate the Women in Your Life

March 8th is International Women’s Day. I have many wishes for women the world over, happiness, safety, equal opportunity, and education. Beyond global wishes, we also need to remember the special women in our day-to-day life.

The special women is my life are my mom and my two daughters. My mother formed who I am, my deep seeded values and ability to love and nurture. She was my role model for most of my life.

Until I gained two new role models, my daughters, who challenged the values I held, pushed me to be more tolerant and open-minded. They are smart, kind, beautiful, tough and ambitious. They taught and continue to teach me every day.

All three of these women made me who I am today. I love them to the moon and back.


Daily Post: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world…..

Silver Screen: Take a quote from your favorite movie- there is the title of your movie

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.

This is my favorite movie and I could have chosen many quotes from this film. This one, however, is such a true reminder of what is important in life. Relationships trump everything else. Whenever you get down or discouraged, just think about the important people in your life.

It is our annual family Christmas tradition to watch “Love Actually”. At this point, we all recite the lines along with the actors. The quote above is such a beautiful introduction to a funny, touching movie with so many little intertwining stories. Love, love love this movie.

What is your all time favorite movie?

A Habs Fan – A Little Late to the Party


I didn’t grow up with hockey; not one of us 5 kids played. In our house, nobody watched hockey (or any other sport for that matter). My boyfriend (now husband) did play university hockey and I supportively watched his games, except for the small fact that I couldn’t tell you what position he played.
Not one of our three children played hockey.

So how did I get to be a passionate Montreal Canadians fan? I got to thinking about this last week, as the flat screen was at the receiving end of my screaming. It was one of those great nights where some bozo gets a penalty in the last 5 minutes and loses the game . It wasn’t pretty and my potty mouth was showing its true colours.

But really when did this happen? Sure, my kids would watch the play-offs when the Habs earned their way up there. But we never watched the journey there.

Then, the kids left home and this empty-nester took up a new interest, Hockey and my Habs !!! And you know what? I love them, feel bad for them, get angry with them, but I love them. It is no longer “they” earn a spot in the play-offs, it is “we” play, or “we” lost. We had morphed into one entity. There is nothing better than seeing a great team power play, or more infuriating than a puck careening through 18 million dollars of golden boys. I gain 10 pounds and bite my nails to the stub during play-offs.

I finally get the passion Montreal feels for its team. It is part of the culture, it transcends the language barrier. I am a Montrealer, and whether it is a bad year or a good year, the Habs are my team!

You Are So Beautiful to Me

Daily Prompt – Cupid’s Arrow

You Are So Beautiful to Me

I am not much of a Valentine’s fan, I don’t think romantic gestures or thoughts should be reserved for one day of the year.  But it is February, so I will cave and call this a Valentine for you, even though the sentiments are felt every day…. all year long.

This song sums it up quite nicely, you are everything I could ever hope for, you are so beautiful to me.  I love ………….

The way you always love me.  You support everything and anything I want

The father that you are.  You love and support every one of your children and brag to everyone about them

The way you share my love of life.  You are fun and adventurous and always up for anything 🙂

The way you love taking pictures and never tire of those moving subjects (birds)

I love your open mind and heart. You always play devil’s advocate and see things from another perspective

I love your calm disposition, a high-strung person like me needs a person like you – so even-tempered

But, calm as you are, I love your sensitive side, how you acted when your children were born and at your mom’s bedside near the end.

I love your “think outside the box” attitude, any and everything is possible. You have a way of making those around you believe it too.

You spoil me, cater to me and make sure that I am always happy (and I am !!)

I don’t know how I knew at 17 that you were my perfect match, my best friend, my lover and my life-long partner, but I did.

You are so beautiful to me!!

Daily Prompt – Whoa – Definitely Mind-Boggling

What is the most surreal experience you ever had?

Initially, I thought about when I was drinking tea in the Atlas Mountains with nomadic people in Morocco, or meeting tribal people in the Peruvian Amazon.  Those were definitely unbelievable experiences.  But when I really thought about it, the one experience that I, just could not wrap my head around, no matter how hard I tried was…. when I held my first-born child.

It has been a hellish delivery and I was exhausted and in pain, but all that was overshadowed by my sheer bewilderment. My husband and I studied this tiny baby, that was somehow, the combination of our DNA. We touched the soft skin, marvelled at the tiny finger nails and tried to decide who’s nose he had. It was with awe and amazement that I realized that this squirming little baby had my traits, features and DNA, as well as, that of my best friend and husband.

Matthew’s Asian features were dominant, and it was easy to see, physically, he had managed to inherit many of his dad’s traits.  This made the mystery even more intriguing, what features would he inherit from me?, My bad sense of direction, my temperament, my tiny ears, or the cow lick on the back of my head?  The miracle or lottery or whatever force is at work in the creation of a new baby is mind-boggling, and led to my most surreal moment, or 30 when I studied my new baby boy (25 years ago).