Here's a fictionalized short story I wrote in memory of my dear cousin, Hughette, who died over a decade ago but whose presence is still greatly missed in the life of our family.

The pandemic is over in the minds and actions of so many but not for me. Grief lingers.

After nearly two years of this pandemic life, we're all feeling kind of blue. While this too shall pass, sometimes the pep talks do little to comfort my restless children and my impatient self.

As the pandemic progresses, my reading regresses. I return to my usual review of all things books: Mariame Kaba's We do this Till We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's - Notes on Grief - and Octavia Butler's Wild Seed. Come read with me!

This year, we cancelled Canada Day. My children wondered why and I told them why Indigenous communities are mourning and why we must do so with them. After my explanation, my son described Indian residential schools as the horror they were - "it's like being in quarantine all the time".

Reflecting on the 215 Indigenous children found in unmarked graves in Kamloops, B.C. must push non-Indigenous communities towards action. This is what we owe to our children and to all of our relations.

I chat with our in-house personal finance guru, Maxine Ifill, who promotes buying RRSPs  as part of your family's financial plan.

A letter to the tooth fairy is in order after a couple of mishaps.

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