It was 1970 something. The absence of my younger sister in this memory puts me at about 6-years-old. My folks, relatively new to Canada, hadn’t received the memo on extravagant Christmas hoopla. Décor was limited to one tree and two gifts. One gift for little …

Until a friend brought it up – blogging about turning 50 really hadn’t occurred to me. After all, it’s just another birthday. But if I’m being honest, I think the real reason for my indifference – was that while reaching this milestone birthday (that I …