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Gloria's mother

The last time we visited our mothers was in April. The long, Saskatchewan winter stalled out for the week we were there. Flocks of geese v’d through the clear-blue living skies, clouds as scant as the patches of snow on the prairie fields below. A natural world invisible to my mom, who sadly, last year at the age of ninety, become permanently blind.
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Date Oatmeal Cookies

About three-o-clock every afternoon these days when Vancouver’s grey skies darken toward charcoal and heavy rains pummel our flat roof, I need a cookie.

The urge is as strong as when I was a kid getting home from school in the subzero cold of Saskatchewan and wanting mom’s warm “matrimonial cake,” gooey dates sandwiched between buttery rolled oats.

Sorry mom, your recipe has been superseded. But when you find out by what (Date Oatmeal Cookies) and by who (Jenni Willems), I think you’ll be okay with it. Read more

Maxine

On Friday afternoon, we got the call.

A week later, I locked the door on an almost-empty house.

Imagine that like my mother, you’re eighty-nine years old. You’re moving into a single room in a personal care home in less than a week. Look around. What possessions would you take with you?

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