the stuff of snuff

My father’s father (Dido) chewed snuff. Although the habit is somewhat repugnant to me now, it was seen as a fascinating peculiarity when I was a little girl. I would observe him with a lump protruding from his lower lip, looking for some place to discard the spittle that squished and swished within his mouth. The most captivating component of the recurring episode was where the clear stream would land, and if he could succeed at it without dribbling on his chin. […keep reading]


learn best practice from your ukrainian baba

My family had a wonderful day at the Ukrainian Cultural Village for the annual Canada Day celebrations. The rich history and culture reminded me of something I had written years ago while working in a government run network of extended care seniors homes. The following is an excerpt from a document I wrote about Best Practice. […keep reading]