Erin's Journals

Just a thought… It’s not about being woke; it’s about being human, about treating others with dignity and respect. [Jameela Jamil]

I had an entirely different blog written for today, but after a little video I posted got a ton of reactions, it seemed important to tell another side of what’s happening between Canada and the US, from our own personal perspective. Can you take one more? Then come on along!

During our leisurely six-day drive up along the US coast from California’s Coachella Valley to Port Angeles, WA where we crossed back into Canada, I saw a handful of u-know-who’s rear window or bumper stickers, and only one rural house whose entire front fence was festooned with a large banner with its name on it. Keep in mind that overall, California, Oregon and Washington State are all considered blue, but have their large pockets of MAGA. Heck, even Canada does. So no one is immune.

It wasn’t until we arrived Thursday evening in Port Angeles to stay overnight until the next day’s ferry home that it dawned on me: in all of those days on the road, I had seen not ONE Canadian, or BC license plate. We were the outliers; anyone noticing us would have inferred that we were on our way home, which we were. Here’s our route, marked out in blue.

Upon arriving on the sunny Canadian side in downtown Victoria, I did what I said I would do: I kissed the ground. No, I didn’t stop to think that it was conveniently close to the curb for a dog; I didn’t care. And I’ll show you that short video in a moment. (Oh and boy, the trolls on my FB page said their dog had just pooped there. I remarked that that was likely why it tasted like kissing THEM. I couldn’t resist.)

But – back to being an adult – we learned that earlier on that same day, the ferry we had ridden had brought the mayor of Port Angeles over to meet with Victoria’s mayor. The leader of the US city of 20,000 said she was carrying a message of friendship and a border mayor alliance, apologizing on behalf of her citizens for the great insult that has been flung at Canadians in general.

Many people are hurting and not in ways anyone in DC would care about, since president Muskkk said that empathy is humanity’s greatest downfall. The people in border towns and cities who reaped the benefits of Canadians’ proximity are starting to feel the very real results of careless and malicious decrees. And that is spreading (finally – Reagan’s promised trickle-down economy, but not in a good way) to those who happily and gratefully welcomed Canadian visitors year round.

Further south in Florida’s Broward county, the second-most populous county in the state behind Miami-Dade, nearly 22,000 homes are on the market today, nearly double the number from one year ago. What percentage of those have Canadian owners, I can’t tell you. But the signs are right there, and they say FOR SALE.

See, that’s the thing about us. As someone said, we won’t tell you who we are, but we know who we are NOT. The whole “elbows up / les coudes levés” movement says it all. And while tRump continues to turn tariffs on and off like grandpa with the Clapper on his bedside lamp, most of us are sticking to our decisions.

My heart goes out to everyone who is hurting (there’s that darned empathy again). I don’t know how many people feeling this pain voted for the orange one or didn’t bother voting at all, but I did meet a woman Wednesday in the hospitality industry in Washington State who had not heard about a trade war. She came to the US from Hungary when she was a child and is living in fear that at 52, she might be his next target. I felt awful telling her about it in the vaguest terms (and sure didn’t mention that it’s going to affect her hotel bookings soon, if it hasn’t already) but was in awe of her ability to stay in a bubble, because the news “stresses” her.

We wish we could, but that’s not who we are, or where we need to be in this moment in Canadian history. It’s not about hating all Americans, it’s loving Canada. Their government has forced us to take a stand, and whether it’s by keeping our money at home by staying here, or by carefully reading labels in stores and curbing our online purchases from the US, we’re doing what we can to stand on guard for ourselves. The rest of the world is seeing what we’re doing and some are even following our lead.

Who knew that 2025 would be the year that Canadians would unite (well, most of us) in solidarity, supporting each other without judgment, with compassion and with kindness? Where “woke!” would be not a diss, but a compliment, to describe a good-hearted person who cares for others, and not just themselves?

We know now. And we’ll keep this feeling, I hope, for a good long time. It would be just like tRump to pull the tariffs and try to lull us back into the division that had settled upon our complacent country, in hopes that an ally to his plans gets elected here. But we won’t be fooled. Unlike some voters to the south of us, we’re learning not to repeat a fatal mistake. Elbows Up and Les Coudes Levés, my friend.

And now, as promised, near the BC Legislature and its newly-hung gigantic Canadian flag, here’s that super short homecoming video. Enjoy – I sure did!

Just a thought… Even the worst days have an ending, and the best days have a beginning. [Jennifer Coletta]

Okay, for the final time, I will repeat that we’re in the US because we planned and paid for this trip long before the November election, and without prescience of the tariff ridiculousness that has kicked in. So Rob and I are on our way home and saying our good-byes to the US when we cross the border for what will most likely be the final time later this week.

We left the Palm Springs area (Cathedral City) Saturday and had the best, most gentle drive on our way up the coast. We stopped our first night at a humble Santa Maria, CA Best Western that was not only one of the best sleeps we’ve had in ages, but – get this – NO pet fee! This is like winning the lottery because some hotels charge $50 US per pet, per night – others even more. So yeah, one place we looked at, the dog fees would have been more than the room cost! Hard no.

Our second night (which was last night) was in San Rafael, CA, at another Best Western with a higher room fee but just one reasonable charge for the dogs. That, we could swallow. And our main aim was to get there in time for the Oscars at 4:00 pm our time, and catch Conan’s monologue, plus the whole show.

This is where our EV troubles came in. We had a charging stop planned at Walmart in Salinas (the town known for where the singer of “Me and Bobby McGee” let her get away). Great! Broke up the day’s drive and still would let us get to San Rafael in time for the Oscars.

Well, nice try…the chargers on one side of the parking lot were all full, with a few people in line waiting. On the other side of the lot, stood two chargers: one was in use, while the other had a non-EV parked obliviously in its spot. As the driver of that car eventually backed out, I raised my arms in exasperation and said, “It’s an EV spot!” at which they honked at me in anger. Oh sorry, sunshine, it was totally my fault that you had your head where the seat warmers go.

We finally got one about an hour after pulling off in Salinas, all the while watching the clock and the countdown to Conan’s monologue. While Rob charged, I walked an excited Dottie and Livi, then as Rob kept them company, I ran into the store to buy some discounted salads and an expired pie for Rob. Nothing’s too good for us! Then we were back on the road through the rolling green hills, past garlic capital Gilroy (anyone remember Memories of Gilroy from the President’s Choice line?) and on to our destination.

But to even out the frustration in the parking lot was a wonderful surprise: I noticed that a fellow standing chatting with the other drivers awaiting an EV spot had just gotten out of an orange VW ID.Buzz, the new electric van from Volkswagen. We’d just seen it for the first time in a TV ad and I immediately went online to check it out. Here except for the colour (and thanks to the Detroit Free Press), is what it looked like (I wasn’t nutty enough to take a picture of his). And at the end of the blog I have a must-see ad for it – hilarious!

Boy, if we didn’t already have a grown-up car, I’d SO want that, preferably in a funky blue. So I excitedly asked the man, who was about our age, if he loved it and he said yes. When I asked if I could look into the window, he said, “C’mon in and you can ride with me.”

Do you think I’d turn that down? I laughed as I said, “Well, it’s just like me to take a ride from a stranger!” and he reminded me that we were just backing into the EV charging spot. It was just delightful, as was he, and it had that delicious new car smell.

So an anxious time in a Walmart parking lot awaiting an electric charge and watching the time like a hawk turned into a giddy delight as I thanked him for the quick ride in a car he’d bought as an empty-nester for his wife for Valentine’s. He admitted it was kind of silly since it’s just the two of them, but I congratulated him on seizing the day.

The way things feel right now, I think we all need to.

Have a great week – our next episode of Gracefully and Frankly will be recorded on my end in a motel room, so wish me quiet neighbours and decent internet and we’ll talk to you Thursday!

Oh, and here’s that ad. If you are a fan of SNL and remember the sketch “The Californians,” VW hired three stars to bring it back, for the new van. Enjoy! 

Just a thought… Expect the best, plan for the worst, and prepare to be surprised. [Denis Waitley]

“It’s just a game,” he said.

“It’s just a day,” I said.

In the end we were both wrong, but here’s how our 37^th anniversary went horribly, wonderfully awry.

As I’ve shared, I’m in Palm Springs, California ’til Saturday, at a house booked and prepaid: a) before the US election and we had our nation attacked economically and rhetorically by the Tangerine Palpatine in the White House – or perhaps more aptly, on the golf course, and b) before the mass boycott of AirBnB began over its owner getting in bed with Musk and his DOGE bros who are systematically dismantling the US government.

Last Thursday was a big day and night in our lives: we were married Feb. 20 in 1988 and Rob was flying down from Victoria specifically to celebrate with me, hopefully over a lovely candlelit dinner at a spot we’d reserved two months earlier, before driving us both home this week.

But when we realized it would be Canada versus the US in the final game of the Four Nations hockey tournament on that night, it was I who suggested that we put off dinner and watch the game together. Rob stoically reminded me that it was only hockey (bahahaha – nice try), but I knew we’d both spend dinner wondering what was happening on the ice. So we moved our reservations and anticipated our reunion.

WorstJet had other ideas. Rob got to Vancouver from Victoria and then had to wait through a six-hour delay (caused by a shortage of planes, according to the pilot????), which got him to the Palm Springs airport an hour AFTER the end of the game. Ugh (although not the words I used; if you’re familiar with FFS, you know).

Well, couldn’t you just PVR/DVR the game, Erin?

Ah, that’s a good question, clever reader! But you see, this rental house has no cable, only internet streaming. So no DVR, no way to record. I figured out I could watch through the Disney subscription (ESPN is Mouse-owned) but how to capture the game to watch together after I picked Rob up at the airport?

Well, here’s what I invented.

Using a coat/hat rack, I taped my iPad onto it, cushioned and held in place with tea towels and painters’ tape.

And here’s the view from the iPad as I tested it before the game.

Good thing I did the test: my iPad stopped 90 minutes in because I had filled my storage. So I deleted a bunch of unwatched Netflix shows and there was room. Long story short, Canada won, Rob (who had been informed of the score throughout the flight by pilot announcements) got home and watched the overtime, the dogs mauled him the moment they saw him, and Friday we went out to dinner.

All is well. And for one shining night, we scored a big win over the Ayatollah Covfefe and his 51^st state BS. As Prime Minister Trudeau now famously said, “You can’t take our country – and you can’t take our game.” Amen to that.

And please, if you’re in Ontario, make a plan to vote this week. If your riding has always been one colour and you don’t think you’ll have a voice, you DO have one. Here’s a link to how to vote strategically for change – or not, depending on where you sit – to use how you wish. Good luck to all.

Someone wise said, “Friends are the family you choose.” This Family Day I choose to celebrate with my dear longtime friend Allan Bell, and so I’ll blog again next week. May your day be filled with warm thoughts and happy moments.

Just a thought… Individually we are one drop, but together we are an ocean. [Ryunosuke Satoro]

I figured, since the day of hearts is this week, I’d open my mine to you about another kind of love: the sort that has a more sterile name, but can be just as filled with hand-holding, tear-wiping and load-carrying as the other. And sometimes it lasts even longer. I’m talking today about partnership.

Many of us recognize we’re better with someone than on our own. It’s not a knock to our independence, our strength or our abilities; it’s a recognition that as someone wiser than I put it, when we work toward a common goal, achieving success matters more than who gets the credit.

I’ve had several partnerships in my life, and I’ll focus on the ones that were “gold star.” No one wants to hear about the ones that looked fine but were, behind the curtain, far less than ideal or even bearable. We’re going through that on the political stage right now, thanks; no one needs it here today. (That said, if you haven’t seen BC Premier David Eby on stage at the Invictus Games opening ceremony Saturday, find it, watch it, and tear up as I did!)

My near 37-year marriage to Rob is my first. We like to joke that “there’s a lot to be said for inertia” but it’s the partnership – in the best and absolutely worst of times – that will always matter most in my life.

My work partnerships have played out on the public stage. Teaming with Mike Cooper from 2004 until 2016 was the joy of a blessed career, and our friendship was real and endures to this day. As different as we were, we found common ground in our hearts and the way we did a radio show. It worked because we respected, liked and eventually loved each other. How lucky I am!

There were partnerships in which I trusted where I shouldn’t have, hoped for more than they could possibly give (hindsight and therapy are great for seeing that now) and that were doomed from the start. But to focus on them, unless to learn, does no one any good.

When the radio career in Toronto ended, I found a new partnership – one also born out of friendship. Lisa Brandt and I had met through our shared beloved medium of radio, built that friendship through common threads, and maintained it over the years via correspondence and trips. We’ve always lived far apart, but now through our weekly show together, we keep in touch far more often than most old friends, texting/writing daily.

It was during one of her visits that we came up with a solid idea and a name for our podcast. And a few months later on my visit to her place, we laid down our first show, scrapped it, and kept trying until we got it right. 112 episodes and 150,000+ downloads (countless more listens) later, Gracefully and Frankly is only getting stronger. In fact Lisa’s been working tirelessly and patiently to build us our own website. She makes jewelry! She writes books! She puts together a beautiful website! The woman is a neverending wonder. I’ll use the word “blessed” once again.

There’s one more partnership that I hold dear in my heart: the ties that bind you and me. We may never have met, but somehow over the past 30+ years you’ve come to feel you know me, and I hope that you do. When Rob and I suffered the worst loss parents can survive, you were there for us. When I put out a book telling of our love, loss and reclaiming joy, you made it a #1 bestseller in Canada. The fact that it continues to be read warms both of our hearts. When I’ve asked you to consider a cause or donate to something I deem worthy, you’ve done that. You offer advice, comfort and humour. You stay in touch. You even share your deepest thoughts, including about your grief or addiction.

You have given me your trust, and I hope that every day I continue to earn it.

There are a lot of different partnerships. It seems this week is a good time to recognize how vital they can be in our lives, in whatever form they may be. And since unexpressed gratitude is no good to anyone, I thought you might like to know just how much you’ve meant to me. Consider it my valentine to you, a bit early, but definitely in earnest.