Keep your wits about you
by Sherri T.
These are not the words of my mother. They are the words of my father whom I recall this week as Remembrance Day tributes get under way. My dad was a hero who fought for our country in the Second World War.
by Sherri T.
These are not the words of my mother. They are the words of my father whom I recall this week as Remembrance Day tributes get under way. My dad was a hero who fought for our country in the Second World War.
by Sherri T.
My mother would never have said this. Correction: she would never have said all of this. She wanted me to be happy. But the “don’t worry” part? Not in her DNA. She worried about everything. She was a worrier warrior.
by Sherri T.
These were the wise words of dear friend Michelle S. She was describing how her mother Ray managed to raise her children under the most challenging circumstances. While there were few pennies in that household, no one grew up deprived.
Sherri T.
Many of us would gather with family and friends on this day to say thanks for what we have. While my mother understood the value of gratitude, she did not practise it as a formal philosophy or in a structured way. She merely taught us to say thank you – often and always.
by Sherri T.
Last week’s blog highlighted how surprised I was to learn that my older (and probably wiser) sister often asks: WWMD? What Would Mommy Do? I thought this was amusing until I found myself asking, just this very week, WWMS? Here’s why.