When it comes to the less-than-glamorous elements of knockin’ boots we’re not just awkward. We’re completely silent.
Little victories are heinously underrated if you ask me. Little victories are anything from flossing your teeth before bed to making all the phone calls you need to make on a Monday morning.
As I officially embrace being a “thirty-something”, my (not so)little boy will have his final single-digit birthday in just a few weeks.
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
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