When I left my system management job at Digital Equipment Corporation, I had to leave behind the best part of the job, a brand-new mint-green Corolla. The model was dictated by my junior-level position (my boss had a Corona) but the colour choice had been mine. I certainly didn’t miss the chilliness of the mandatory … Continue reading Leaky orange Mazda, baby, and me
Category: Memoir
The pretty red dress that Nana sent
Two small-town girls go to stay with their Nana and Pop in the city and discover they live life in a much richer way.
I remember when: a world without plastic
I'm glad to be rid of plastic in the home for aesthetic as well as planetary reasons. And it's not so long ago that my mother and grandmothers managed without it.


