Since I woke up on Valentine’s morning in a less than romantic mood, and my long-suffering husband and I didn’t even mention Valentine’s Day until after work, I thought it best to leave the lovey-dovey posts to others yesterday. Valentine’s Day is often not the most romantic day of the year – for us anyway….
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Ignite my Bones, Ignite my Heart
They handed us wristbands as we entered the stadium. All of the fifty to seventy thousand, I don’t know how many, people walking to their seats strapping them on, getting ready. We’d missed the opening acts due to the traffic so we waited in the interval in anticipation. Eleven hours of travelling, and many months…
Not So Perfect
This is not a book review. I finished reading My (not so) Perfect Life by Sophie Kinsella a couple of days ago. Occasionally when I’m reading I like a bit of chick lit, as I often go for quite serious historical fiction. It’s a bit of light relief. Anyway, I’m not going to tell you…
Nineteen Years and…still learning
This week we celebrated my son’s nineteenth birthday, my nineteenth year as a mother, our nineteenth year as parents. Amazing. Time flies. I thought I was pretty prepared all those years ago, though I’m not sure I’d thought beyond the baby stage. Nothing can fully prepare any first time parent for what is to come – although…
A Recipe for Real Love
Some years I have dreaded Valentine’s Day. Trying to choose a card with mushy words that I don’t mean and I don’t feel at the time. Painful. On the day a poor excuse, ‘I thought I’d save money this year,’ when really I thought giving one would be dishonest. I feel ashamed to write those…
Surprised by justice
There’s nothing I like more than a surprise party, but I am a terrible person to surprise – just ask my husband. Before a birthday I’ll try to work out every scenario that may have been planned, let my imagination take flight and end up disappointed with what actually does happen. It’s a flaw in my character….
Valentine’s Day Musings
So the good news is that it is Valentine’s Day and half way through February. Bliss. ‘It feels like spring,’ my youngest says, looking hopeful. ‘Is it spring?’ Definitely not. This is how I know we’ve become more acclimatized to New Brunswick weather. Temperatures around zero make us shed layers of clothing after the harsh -30°c…
Emma's English Kitchen 