Thirty-Two Years
Growing up, A-Day was a day that was about me. Now that I’m a mom, I know otherwise. September 29 is for Mom and Dad.
Growing up, A-Day was a day that was about me. Now that I’m a mom, I know otherwise. September 29 is for Mom and Dad.
For some kids or families, I’m sure online-based learning is going great. But for us it just wasn’t.
I woke up this morning from a fitful (and frankly miserable) sleep and made my way out to the living room where I sat with my laptop, working, and downed a coffee. A pretty ordinary morning by any measure, honestly. But while sitting on the couch and considering the myriad of tasks ahead of me… Continue reading a decade later
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?
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