Mom wasn't a "whiz" in the kitchen. She tried hard but her failures outnumbered her successes on a regular basis. In that regard, she was a victim of circumstances. She had a brood of five to feed on a daily basis, a husband whose standards were beyond the pale and no social media to offer a plethora of recipes and ideas to make meals delicious and exciting. Each day of the week had its set menu. Saturday was Hockey Night in Canada and steaks, Sunday was a full roast beef dinner and Monday was left over beef and gravy miraculously morphing into roast beef hash. You get the picture.

If you follow our blog, you will know that of the five children in our family, four are redheads. I am the lone brunette with poker straight hair in contrast to my sisters’ naturally curly locks. So perhaps I could be excused for having just a teensy weensy obsession with hair. With that in mind, when I was looking for pictures to use in our blog I did notice some questionable hair themes which I feel I must address. Betty Set the Tone In her younger years mom had beautiful brunette hair. But, she went prematurely grey and so I don’t really remember her with anything but grey and eventually…

Like many of our generation, reading the obituaries is a regular occurrence....a daily ritual of sorts. Doing so, offers inspiration and encourages self contemplation. It perhaps provides a template for writing the inevitable obituary for loved ones and it prompts us to consider the content of our own obituary when the time comes.

I recently celebrated a landmark birthday and I am now feeling “officially old.” Up until now, birthdays have never bothered me much, but this one stopped me cold. I can no longer deny to myself or others that I am “aging” and to say that I was shocked and depressed about the situation is a bit of an understatement! Once I had a glass of wine and thought things over, however, I came to the only possible conclusion: There was of course, nothing I could do about it. You can’t beat Mother Nature, so there was no recourse but to put on my big girl panties and try to make…

I was a happy go lucky little girl, not a care in the world. In spite of the fact that Mom had an aversion to stylish hair cuts and a preference for odd shaped glasses, life was good. Almost all of my siblings ( Middle Sis being the exception) had red hair too, so I fit right in. These were my people! It wasn't until I started school that I realized I had red hair and I was different than the other kids. Suddenly, I was a redhead in a sea of blondes and brunettes and my world turned upside down in a heartbeat! This is the story of my…

We realize this is a gender specific post, having the potential to alienate anyone not at all interested in the topic. That is entirely up to you dear reader, but please be aware that it is a subject near and dear to the hearts of many women who will possibly benefit substantially from reviewing the following. Because we are gifted with what I would refer to as “Boobage”, women are often faced with a dilemma when it comes to working out. Your everyday, ordinary bra simply will not do when one is jumping, running and even walking, in the pursuit of physical fitness. Hence the need for a bra that…

Once we are allowed to start travelling again, The Sisterhood will start walking again. Being the optimist that I am and in preparation for that next big 5K walk, I bravely decided to go back to the gym. The first thing I noticed was not how out of shape I was, but the lack of common courtesy displayed by fellow gym members, which is the inspiration for this post.

We all do it. Without a second thought we ask acquaintances and even strangers that standard, polite question: "How are you?" Those three words may even escape our lips several times a day. Then we wait for the standard, polite response: "Fine, thanks" or "Good, thanks." And that is pretty much that.