I started belly dancing about 12 years ago. And no, I did not slowly work my way up the ranks to head belly dancer and start my own belly dancing school. I don’t have a series of a velvet outfits and a business card with my dancer’s name on it, Megara’s School of Dance. But … Continue reading Confessions of a Humble Belly Dancer
We happily live in a bubble of health until we are struck down. It is very hard to live in a constant state of appreciation for your present health without getting maudlin or morbid. It is probably best not to think about it at all. The people who live best do seem to have a … Continue reading Illness onto death, or let’s just not talk about it.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I could edit my essay on XML in the Library System or take my kids to a matinee at our local film theater, the Vogue Cinema. I got my priorities settled fairly quickly and grabbed the kids. A half hour on country roads and we are in quiet little … Continue reading Let’s Go to the Cinema!
I have a running commentary in my head that constantly criticizes me, as most people do, I guess. I should fix my hair, not just let it fall wherever it may. I should do stuff to make myself look good. I should iron or wear makeup. Care more about what I look like. I have … Continue reading Oh, who am I? Whine whine.. same as I ever was…
We were lounging in my daughter’s shared house in Halifax watching that reality show about women choosing their wedding dresses when one of the young college girls turned to me and asked me directly, “Did you cry when you chose your wedding dress”? I looked to my daughter, is it OK to tell your house … Continue reading Wedding Parties, Love and Hypocrisy
Treat. Yo. Self.This was my daughter’s mantra on my weekend visit into Halifax, the city of students.For us, a brunch out, a day of shopping and a dinner out were the extent of our madness, but was it was great to do whatever we wanted and take all the time we wanted eating and talking.What … Continue reading Happy times with my Daughter
There is a myth circulating in present day media that all families who are any good, and any parents who have any control over their kids, will sit down and eat dinner together – whether they like it or not. And I am not sure I subscribe to that popular guilt trip – just as … Continue reading Dinner Table Manners
I live in the Canadian Maritimes among some of the most kind, polite and thoughtful people in the world. In our small rural village we smile at strangers, wave at cars, hold doors and offer help. It is lovely and the one time someone was randomly rude to me in a parking lot (in Moncton) … Continue reading Hi I’m Meg Edwards, How may I help you?
Jackie was my Mom’s best friend and was always in our lives, sort of swinging around the outside of family events like a satellite for as long as I can remember. She worked as a nurse, and then got her MA and taught nursing. She was a calm, practical person, who was great in a crisis or … Continue reading The Life and Death of Jackie
Our third child Maud was born in the Maritimes. My pregnancy was spent breathing in the magically healing stink of the marshes on a low tide. She has seen horses in the field across the road all of her life, and swam in the sea every summer. My husband and I moved to the county … Continue reading Maritime Baby