I remember my mom's attitude toward Mother's Day when I was a kid. It was nothing more than a shrug. A sigh. From her. I can't recall buying her a special card. Maybe there were none in those days.
I lived in Montreal at one time working for a magazine. I loved the city. Weekends in the winter skiing in the Laurentians. The warm summers catching the imagination. Writer's comment: Its one heck
I had trouble even as a kid when an animal died or had to be put down. My dad, an Anglican priest, had in church near Toronto though we spent much of our time in Woodbridge where my father was born.
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