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
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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)
“Did you know that 1500 people died when the Titanic sunk 103 years ago? It’s so sad.” These are the words my five-year-old says to just about anyone who will listen to him. He can tell you all about the submarines that have explored the remains of Titanic. He can tell you about the artifacts… Continue reading 103 Years
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