On a bit of a whim today, I declared it a Mama-F date evening and we hopped in the car and drove to Sydney to see a movie in theatres. With his portable DVD player on his lap, F sat in the backseat watching 101 Dalmatians on the 80 minute drive to town. We arrived just as the… Continue reading Popcorn, Pizza and Movie Theatre Seats
When I think back on the last few years, I’m often astonished at how much has changed. A sign of getting old, to be sure, is to notice how different things are year over year. As a kid, I don’t think I noticed much from year to year – but then, maybe things didn’t change… Continue reading Oh, How Things Have Changed
I’m a big sleep enthusiast, generally clocking 8-9 hours of zeds each night. (My lovely friend and colleague, Alanna, would approve!) My bedtime routine is almost sacred, though I’ll admit freely that I’ve been off my sleep-game in the midst of some big life changes, the least of which being my move back to Halifax.… Continue reading Unwashed Hair and Awkward Run-ins
Originally posted on Wildfire Pottery's Blog :
I have been trying to figure out how to write this post for a few weeks now. I have ventured into new territory (again) and this time it seems a bit scary to share. I have started painting. With real paints and brushes. And it is going ok! …
My mother has long preached that there’s no use in crying about it. It, of course, could be anything: a broken heart, a broken nail, a broken painting (damn you, 3M Hooks!), a broken bone. But y’know what? I disagree. (Go ahead, feign surprise.) Anybody who knows me knows I am a crier. Not in a… Continue reading On crying (and why doing it in the bathtub is best)
