Sugar & Spice

I forgot what I was supposed to remember

By Glynis M. Belec in Sugar & Spice on November 20, 2017

Seriously there are days I think I must have had a frontal lobotomy, but someone didn’t tell me. I forget stuff. All the time. I walk from one room to the next, and then forget what I went there for in the first place. And that’s not the worst of it. Not only do I […]

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Flour power

By Glynis M. Belec in Sugar & Spice on October 20, 2017

My beautiful, caring son was trying to be kind and I think I ruined the moment. So the text went like this: Trev: Random question, Mom. What’s your favourite flower? Me: Now don’t do anything silly. Carnations & gerbera daisies, maybe. Trev: I’m not. Just a random question! Me: Actually, my favourite is really Robin […]

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Vanity unleashed

By Glynis M. Belec in Sugar & Spice on October 20, 2017

I was in my early thirties. I thought I had wrinkles. I was a fool. I have just barely stepped into my sixties (ugh). I really do have wrinkles. I know so much more now. Back to my thirties. As I gazed into the mirror that day and squinted, I saw them. Squiggles at the […]

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Sugar & Spice: The Canadian Way

By Glynis M. Belec in Sugar & Spice on June 27, 2017

1967. I had just emigrated to Canada with my family. My poor mom. Four kids, a dog, a Singer sewing machine in a heavy wooden case—that for some reason, Mom had decided would be ‘carry-on’ luggage—crate loads of furniture and suitcases for everyone. She was a brave soul sailing on the Empress of England ocean […]

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Sugar & Spice: Tattoo Miscue

By Glynis M. Belec in Sugar & Spice on May 28, 2017

I seriously have a tattoo. I got it in my ‘former life’ when I was a mere kitten of a girl. At 18 years of age I was rebelling – well actually, not really. I just never thought about what my mother might say as I blundered on and said ‘yes’ to the tattoo artist. […]

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Sugar & Spice: Flashback – Citizenship Class

By Glynis M. Belec in Columns, Sugar & Spice on May 1, 2017

“Hello?” The person on the other end of the phone cleared his throat before identifying himself. “Good afternoon. This is Mr. Brown from Immigrations Canada office in Kitchener.” In a somewhat kindly yet serious voice, the caller proceeded to ask me a few simple questions to confirm he was speaking to the correct person. He […]

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