Author Archives: Lorraine

Motherlode becomes a stage mother, sort of

I have never bought a house before, unless you count the time my parents sold me theirs. There were no real estate agents involved, no listing, no closing, no negotiating and no mortgage for several months. Now I’m learning how … Continue reading

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You can’t go home again, but you can take it with you

“So, how’s it feel living on your own?” asked a neighbour. “How would I know?” I replied. “I’ve had a man show up here every day at 8:30 in the morning for six weeks.” I see more of Jeff than … Continue reading

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The sale of houses, the cycles of homes

When we moved into this house, Christopher, now 25, was just 4. It was his grandparents’ house, so he was of course familiar with it, but the idea that we were moving here for keeps was a very big deal. … Continue reading

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Cat scratch fever and the great escape

Two of my cats are rescues from Egypt. They are nuts, especially Mark, who is huge and lean and retains much feralness deep in his DNA. Egyptian street cats should not be adopted here in Canada, no matter how adorable … Continue reading

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Back to beige

I’m painting the house beige, again. It was always beige on my mother’s watch, because she liked things to match and be nondisruptive. I do not do beige. I used to do all the painting for her because my father … Continue reading

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Murphy Brown had it right: find yourself an Eldon

I found a husband on Facebook. He’s actually somebody else’s husband, but he’s working out quite nicely. He does floors and windows. Right now he’s in my garage sanding cupboard doors, while I’m inside sanding and painting the cabinets. When … Continue reading

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Food is love: take your adult kids grocery shopping

I called Christopher, 25, to see if he wanted to come grocery shopping. This is a great way to spend time with your sort-of adult children. We talk, we laugh, they lift, I pay. As they all move out, my … Continue reading

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Sometimes we forget how lucky we really are

When Dad was alive, he used to play the lottery. Not every week, and never more than 10 bucks. He had a foil pie plate he kept in the dining room. He’d taken a narrow strip of left over trim … Continue reading

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When you have no money for the beer getting place

“I still can’t find my wallet,” yelled Ari, 22. Now, how is this my problem? It’s not my problem. But in the same way nobody in the house may rest if I can’t figure out how to scan something in … Continue reading

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When you finish all your popcorn before the movie even starts

Depending on how closely you’ve followed this column over the years, you might recall Ari’s friend, Ben. Ben swallowed a baby carrot at our cottage a few years back, providing an entertaining evening in the local emergency room. The cottage … Continue reading

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