"Just A Minute"
by Dawn-Marie St. Vincent
The “Just A Minute” column made it’s debut in July 1995 and has since opened many doors of opportunity which I may never have experienced otherwise. Several of the twists and turns along the journey of life have found their way into my columns, as have my family and friends. Others have not . . . until now.
I invite you to sit back with your favourite beverage and enjoy yourself for . . .
Just A Minute & More
Originally published 29 September 2011 in the Carillon
Ever since the Beach Baby’s birth, I’d been anticipating the day she’d name me because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be called. Grandma, Memere, Crazy-lady--with-the-silver-hair . . . it didn’t really matter to me. I would be happy with whatever title she chose.
Ever since the Beach Baby’s birth, I’d been anticipating the day she’d name me because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be called. Grandma, Memere, Crazy-lady--with-the-silver-hair . . . it didn’t really matter to me. I would be happy with whatever title she chose.
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Originally published 22 September 2011 in the Carillon
“I’m going to pull the tomatoes,” dad growled one day early in the growing season.
Dad has never been one to have an abundance of patience. However, I understood his complaint was more than that. Last year he lost all his beloved tomatoes to a terrible blight and he worried this year would be a repeat.
“I’m going to pull the tomatoes,” dad growled one day early in the growing season.
Dad has never been one to have an abundance of patience. However, I understood his complaint was more than that. Last year he lost all his beloved tomatoes to a terrible blight and he worried this year would be a repeat.
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Originally published 8 September 2011 in the Carillon
As a writer, I’ve always tended to look at life as being like a book. You have the beginning, a middle and the end. Essentially, each stage we pass through is another chapter in the great book of life.
As a writer, I’ve always tended to look at life as being like a book. You have the beginning, a middle and the end. Essentially, each stage we pass through is another chapter in the great book of life.
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Originally published 1 September 2011 in the Carillon
“We got some kind of virus that deleted everything on the computer!” my cousin moaned in frustration. “How do you get your email back?”
I couldn’t help her, but I understood her pain. I’d been hit by more than one viral attack in my time. Resulting in only a couple of fried motherboards, I counted myself very lucky.
“We got some kind of virus that deleted everything on the computer!” my cousin moaned in frustration. “How do you get your email back?”
I couldn’t help her, but I understood her pain. I’d been hit by more than one viral attack in my time. Resulting in only a couple of fried motherboards, I counted myself very lucky.
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Originally published 25 August 2011 in the Carillon
Lasagna for supper. I sent the text message to my sons and smiled at their enthusiastic responses. It was the last day of my vacation. I felt relaxed and happy.
Lasagna for supper. I sent the text message to my sons and smiled at their enthusiastic responses. It was the last day of my vacation. I felt relaxed and happy.
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Originally published 18 August 2011 in the Carillon
I sat at the picnic table smiling as I watched my husband swimming in the water. Though we used to frequent the beach and campground often when the boys were small, we hadn’t been out there for some time.
I sat at the picnic table smiling as I watched my husband swimming in the water. Though we used to frequent the beach and campground often when the boys were small, we hadn’t been out there for some time.
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