The tree is decorated, the cookies are made, the gifts are wrapped; now all that’s left is to wish you a Merry Christmas!

I moved back to Canada from the Bahamas in late summer 2011; and before winter 2012, I moved my mother in with me.

Sometimes people are not willing to forgive or work with you to make things right again. I have to accept that.

Our parents are aging, and their minds and bodies are changing. As we become seniors, we become more childlike. Our parents need us. It's payback time.

There's nothing like driving home at 10 pm in the heart of a warm summer night in Vancouver's lower mainland, and the moon is an amazing sliver, with Venus at its side

My mother’s smell is the last thing I embrace as I take my excited but weary self off to bed. She’s been in the kitchen all night preparing food for the next day