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Our New York Christmas in early December was a magical, seven-day experience filled with fun and surprises.

Life on the Home Front in wartime wasn’t just hard, it was crushing. While gathering on Remembrance Day to honour the men who fought for freedom, we tend to overlook the painful sacrifices made by the women and children left behind.

Glimmers is a new term, referring to those brief moments in your day that spark a sense of joy, but often pass by without notice. I’m making a conscious effort to recognize the glimmers that light up my life, beginning with the sunrise.

No matter how old you are, it’s time to tell your own story, not only for your own children and grandchildren, but for the historians of the future. Here are some tips to help you get started – and if you have an elderly relative, I’ve included some advice about how to preserve their memories as well.

Enjoy these reading recommendations from ten top bookstores that are dear to my heart. On Canadian Independent Bookstore Day, April 29, 2023, please buy a book from your local indie to show your support. You might even win a thousand-dollar gift certificate!

I am loving Mexico, and that’s why we choose to spend three months in Puerto Vallarta every winter. Here are my top ten arguments in favour of our southern home away from home.

Royal Canadian Air Force veteran Dot Proulx was so modest about her wartime service that she wouldn’t allow me to publish this until after her death. She passed away on November 20, 2022 at the age of ninety-nine, and I am honoured to share her story at last.

I mail my Christmas letter to about fifty friends and family members. This year I decided to share it with everyone who subscribes to Letters From Windermere. Thank you so much for your support, and Merry Christmas to all!

Ten Laugh Out loud books are hard to find, and that’s why these hilarious novels will stick in my memory forever.

My own small collection of Queen Elizabeth souvenirs, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous, will be cherished as mementoes of a distant yet very constant presence in my life.