I have a new hobby. Actually, maybe it’s less of a hobby and more like therapy. I’ve taken to Twitter. 
Well, that’s not it, exactly. I’ve been tweeting for ages. I’m now using Twitter to get rid of my aggression and frustration.
For the last few weeks I’ve regularly blasted 45, his daughter-wife, Paul Ryan, Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz. I can’t tell you how good it felt to tell Ivanka to do everyone a favour and go back to stealing shoe designs; and to call Continue reading
Do you remember that Burt Bacharach classic, “What the World Needs Now is 
Love?” And, by the way, if you do, Dionne Warwick wasn’t the first to sing it, even though that’s probably who you associate with it.
It was offered to her, she turned it down and it was recorded by Jackie DeShannon on March 23, 1965 in New York.
What you probably don’t know is that, in addition to Jackie DeShannon and Dionne Warwick, the Supremes also recorded it — along Continue reading
Don’t know about you, but I’m really loving the fact that citizens and 
CEOs (in ever increasing numbers) in the U.S. are standing up to Donald Trump, calling him out, defying him and fighting back. And it doesn’t look like they have any plans to give up any time soon.
I see Facebook posts everyday, where phone numbers and email addresses for members of congress are given out, with requests to contact them, voice opinions, disagree with cabinet choices, policies and the direction the country is headed. And it’s happening — a lot and often.
And I’m thrilled that Howard Schultz (Starbucks) announced, in the wake of Trump’s travel ban, that they Continue reading
Canada’s House of Commons came to a virtual stand still last week. Prime Minister Trudeau was 
trying to get a bill passed. Bill c-14. Doctor-assisted suicide.
Yes, it’s a contentious issue, but it’s a conversation we must have, one that’s long overdue. And good for him for having the balls to bring it up.
But I digress.
There’s a June 6 deadline on the Bill, handed down by the Supreme Court. It was being hotly debated and contested. Everyone was getting more than a little testy. They
weren’t getting anywhere with the agenda.
Several members of the NDP, including Tom Mulcair, Continue reading
It seems I’ve got supernatural powers. Well, not across the board. I do have my limitations. But I seem to be able to 
conjure people. People who magically appear (or re-appear) into my life after long absences. It’s nothing new, actually. I’ve done it for years — never intentionally, mind you. It just happens.
Last month it happened twice, within days of each other. Which is extraordinary in and of itself, don’t you think?
The first time freaked me out I don’t mind telling you. I’m still talking to myself. There’s a gal I’ve known most of my life — by which I mean, we first met when I was about eight or nine years old. That’s most of your life, right?
She, her three siblings and their parents, lived a block away from where I lived, in Montreal, with Continue reading
I recently completed a project for an estate and trust lawyer. And another client of mine is an investment advisor. Both of them are in the ‘money’ 
business. One helps clients accumulate it; and the other helps them dispose of it. But I’ve always believed that money is the least of what we leave behind — our legacy, in other words.
Which is the reason why I decided to take a stab at a recent WordPress Daily Prompt for this post: “Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.”
A good place to start is probably the non-monetary legacy my parents left me. They were kind, loving, generous people. Everyone was welcome in their home, in their lives and in their hearts. It didn’t matter who you were, or where you came from.
They were honest to a fault. Their ‘word’ was like a blood oath. And there isn’t a human being who ever knew them, who would ever have questioned their integrity, or their intentions.
Family and friends meant everything to them; and whenever anyone needed help my parents could Continue reading
No, this isn’t a story about Joan Rivers. In fact, until this very moment, I hadn’t realized I’d stolen her line. “Let’s talk”. Didn’t she used to say that? I don’t think 
she uses it anymore, so hopefully there’ll be no royalties involved.
I mean it in a totally different context anyway.
My version has to do with yesterday’s WordPress Daily Prompt: The Next Big Thing. The question for us to answer was, “What will the next must-have technological innovation be?”
Personally, I’d like to see us take a step back. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe, but it’s been six months since I started “three hundred sixty-five“, on August 7, 2012. Six months! Half a year. I’m at the midway point. Very slightly beyond, in fact. Okay, a day or two beyond.
But still.
And never, in my wildest imagination, did I ever think I’d be having this much fun. Never, in my wildest imagination, did I ever think I’d have ‘met’ all of you. Or that we’d be having the ‘conversations’ we’ve been having here, on my blog; and also on yours.
Never, in my wildest imagination, did I ever think I’d be Freshly Pressed; or I’d have been acknowledged with all the awards YOU have all been kind enough and generous enough and thoughtful enough to give me. Never, in my wildest imagination, did I ever think I’d be part of a community like our WordPress community.
Never.
And, yet, here I am. Here WE are.
I’ve had lots of blogs over the years. Four years on WordPress, actually. And one on Travellerspoint, before Continue reading
I realized something yesterday. I had to write a cover note for some information I was giving someone. In years gone by, I would have reached 
for a pen and some paper, and I would have handwritten it. But, instead, I turned on my computer. As I thought about it, it occurred to me that I can’t remember the last time I wrote something out in long hand.
Think about it. Greeting cards have messages already printed on them. How often, if ever, do you buy a card that’s blank inside? And more and more often, people are using electronic greeting cards and invitations. We don’t even have to address an envelope or Continue reading
(sigh). (big sigh). 
Every time I think I’m finally getting the hang of it, there’s some kind of a glitch; and I find myself right back where I started: Confused.
I am speaking, of course, about all things technical. Specifically, anything to do with my computer, my router, my printer, the Internet and social media. And, for the purposes of today’s story, make that the trials and tribulations of blogging. Technologically speaking.
If you’re reading my blog for the first time, you may not yet know that my objective is to post something new, every day, for three hundred and sixty-five days. A year, in other words. Some days I find have a lot of ideas. So I write them all up, save them, and publish them sequentially, each new day. This is really helpful for those days when I know I will be too busy to carve off a few hours, to write a post.
This has never been a problem.
Until yesterday.
I wrote and posted Friday’s story, first thing Friday morning. Just as I was about to shut down my computer and have breakfast, an idea came to me. So I wrote it up and saved it, for yesterday. When I was done, I remembered that there was something I wanted to check on LinkedIn. Once there, I noticed that the post I had
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