If you’ve been following along with me for a little while now, you would not be surprised that I am approaching 2018 with expectation. With hopes for new challenges to come my way. It is both an exciting place to be and a frustrating one. To have no idea what your role is in the… Continue reading Caramel lattes and advice for when you find yourself with no roadmap
Happy New Year! We celebrated in traditional parenting style, by staying home in our slippers. The boys ate chicken fingers and hashbrowns and after the ketchup had been wiped from their fingers and cheeks and hair, the crumbs swept, the stories read and lullabies sang, their little tired bodies plopped into bed, not even 8… Continue reading Hello, 2018
“To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees – these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain. But, I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability teaches us how… Continue reading Showing up
I’m a “just give me a rainy day, a blanket, and a good book” kind of girl. If there were a profession where the job description went something like “You must be able to lie under a tree and read for long periods of time” I would be in that interview room in a jiffy.… Continue reading The Escape
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash When I was in Grade 10 I gave an oral presentation on Mother Teresa. While my classmates gave speeches about how they were going to be the next Wayne Gretzky, or why sleeping with multiple partners before marriage is a good idea (yes this was an actual thesis statement),… Continue reading Grade 10 speeches and moving mountains
Dear readers: I haven’t been posting on here very often, which you may or may not have noticed. But I have been busy writing. I feel things are changing for me, a transformation I can’t exactly explain or put my finger on. For the past year I’ve had it in my mind that I’d love… Continue reading Dear readers, do you have a minute?
I can remember summers gone by based on their playlist. There was the summer of Spiceworld, when every pre-teen girl knew her Spice Girl nickname (and which one she secretly wished she could be). Then there was the summer before Grade 6 when my friends and I made up a music video to Sometimes by Britney Spears, practicing… Continue reading Summer, music, years gone by