goodbye to glasses
From my thin, clear acetate cat-eye frames to my heavy, black-rimmed wayfarers, I’ve always felt like myself in glasses.
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on coziness
Our new home felt much more grown up and sophisticated, but also much less like a place I could relax and unwind in the warmth and coziness I’d grown accustomed to.
have I lost my damn mind?
Before nearly every long run, during most long runs, and occasionally even after a long run, I sincerely question my sanity. Who the fresh hell willingly runs 20+ kilometres? I ask. Why do you do this to your feet? I wonder when I want to wear an open-toed shoe. Can I glue a fake toenail… Continue reading have I lost my damn mind?
home again, home again
Vacations are funny. You spend days or even weeks counting down and anxiously looking forward to your getaway, but coming home and reuniting with routine is equally appealing by the time it’s all said and done. Sitting on the tarmac at Tampa, I was struck by the longing I felt for home and all the… Continue reading home again, home again
truth or bare: getting waxed
As a woman in today’s society, hair removal has almost always been a part of my life. Hair removal is a pretty personal thing, from method preference to even feeling shame or embarrassment about how much (or little) body hair you have.
the countdown is officially on
In one week, I’ll be piling the final items into bags and (no doubt) sweating a little as I question whether or not I’ve truly gotten everything we need before our first official family trip. That’s right! We’re off to Florida, and this time, we say we’re bringing F along for the ride. There’s something… Continue reading the countdown is officially on
playing the tourist
When you grow up in a place like the world-famous Cabot Trail on Cape Breton Island, it’s easy to take your surroundings for granted. What’s a bunch of trees and a shoreline, anyway, right? Wrong. Even living just a few hours’ drive away in Halifax for the past ten years has changed my perspective. The… Continue reading playing the tourist
