There’s an old expression likes to use to describe the cumulative effect of unfortunate events; that when it rains, it pours. And indeed at this time, it is pouring, heaving, sluicing, deluging. Just after driving back to Oakville with a load of my belongings last Sunday, my mother’s car ceased to work. At first we […]

The last 24 hours are a strong contender for the “worst day ever” trophy. I cried on the QEW. I cried on the 427. I cried on Weston Road. I cried when I saw the little white picket fence that marks our driveway. I cried at the sight of the backyard. I cried at putting […]