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BOOK LAUNCH - HOCKEY MOMS:
THE HEART OF THE GAME

About the Book
A celebration of the unsung heroes behind the game, including first-hand
stories from moms of the NHL’s biggest stars
Hockey Moms laces together the stories of NHL hockey moms like Kelly
McDavid and Ema Matthews with those of mothers who never expected
their children to set foot on the ice. With insight, warmth, honesty and
humour, more than thirty hockey moms share their own journeys as they
figure out how to juggle trips to the rink with raising a family, building their
own backyard rinks, finding ways to pay for new gear and dealing with the
sometimes-heartbreaking setbacks faced along the way.
We learn first-hand, through personal examples, that there are different
pathways that lead our children where they want to go. Often, it’s mothers
who carry the emotional burden of helping kids navigate their path.
Hockey Moms features untold stories of the highs and the lows, the
challenges and the triumphs, from the women who are the heart of the
game. A perfect gift for the more than 600,000 hockey moms in Canada.
Here is link to the book on the HarperCollins website where people can
learn more. https://www.harpercollins.ca/9781443465762/hockey-moms/

GARLIC
Article written by: Cassandra Kardos from St. Marys Refuge, Queensborough

We enjoyed the vibrant colors of fall against the grey and dreary backdrop that is October. The rain decided to visit with us
while we planted garlic and harvested what was left to harvest from the garden. Beets, tomatoes, horseradish, turnips,
squash, and carrots were picked and sorted; they are summer’s postcards to us. This time of year has a beautiful and poetic
sadness to it. It is both lovely and ominous. Time to say goodbye to long days of sunshine and brace ourselves for the colder
and darker days. I am sure that was truer for our ancestors who had to prepare themselves for the harsh winters.
Thoughts of another time were at the back of my mind as we brought vegetables down into the cellar and sorted kindling
for the months to come. It made me grateful that the winter I am facing at least involves central heating and that I don’t
necessarily have to go out and kill anything in order to survive. I can bundle up and drink hot tea whenever I want. I can
hide under a blanket eating Christmas cookies until spring (but I won’t) and then emerge with the bears. We really do live in
luxurious times!
I had a nasty cold during our garlic planting adventure. Coincidentally I was burying the cure. I learned from Sindu that the
answer is to boil garlic in milk. Sadly, I gave her the cold, but she kicked it in a day with her garlic potion. I hadn’t heard of
this remedy before and as of now, I am yet to try it. She told me that you can also add ginger and honey for additional
benefits. However, I did drink boiled garlic water while I was there which was surprisingly nice. Garlic has a long history of
being used as medicine, even the ancient Egyptians used it. My dad uses garlic for toothaches by placing a cut clove beside
the infected tooth and leaving it there. My grandfather would eat raw garlic regularly for his health and I think he just liked
it. I admired his ability to do that but I also don’t have any need to ward off vampyres or to be a walking stick of salami. I
went through a phase where I would eat raw garlic and at the time my dad joked that I would never get married as long as I
kept the habit.
Something else that is neat about garlic, it gets planted in the fall and survives the winter. This might be common
knowledge but I was impressed to learn how resilient those little bulbs are. I think if I could be a vegetable, I would like to
be garlic. Resilient and multi-purpose, smelly but in a sort of a good way. Can’t wait to see them all grown up next summer!