Self-development, posts where I think too introspectively.
Time moves differently in Cuba. Or at least it felt different. Maybe it was less the fact that I was in Cuba and more the fact that I had no internet access for 23 hours out of the day. Without internet I managed to fill my days with reading, swimming and movies. I also took […]
I am at my gate at the airport. (Super early, but with books to read and an episode of Drag Race to watch). I’m off to Cuba. My first time on a warm beach. My first time outside of North America. A solo vacation. Time to step away and break out of the brutal constant […]
Joe and I started talking about moving in together quite soon after we started dating, and before we moved in together we started talking about getting a pet. We flirted with the idea of a rabbit but in the end the thought of a dog of our own won out, and we started looking for […]
Dear Gramps, I know that you hated having your picture taken, and I saw the frown on your face those times when you realized I was trying to be sneaky with my camera, but there are pictures of you in this house that make me smile every time I see them. A picture at the […]
This morning I was looking through Reddit and someone posted a question – in relation to recent current events – wondering if people were forced to get a tattoo of a political figure who would they get. I have many tattoos, most of which are in memory of some person or another in my life. The […]
I’m taking these singing lessons and every week I think I should just stop. There is no reason for the lessons, except that it’s something I’ve always wanted to do and I finally decided maybe I could use that time for me. I’m not planning on dropping everything and recording an album, I’m not going […]
As usual last year, I set my three words I wanted to live by for 2018. I chose honest, open and brave. I said I was going to relish 2018. I had no idea that I would be ready to set everything on fire by the end of it. I feel like I failed all […]
As far back as I remember, whenever my family gathered for a homemade meal – me, my sister, my mother and my Tutu and Gramps – at some point one of us would ask what was for dessert and my Gramps would answer – every. single. time. – “Hot mince pie and ice cream.” And […]
When I was a kid, my Gramps tried to convince us that the work my mother did on Parliament Hill included setting the Peace Tower clock. Like leaning out of the Peace Tower and moving the hands on the clock. What she actually did was research for Mr. Gordon Fairweather, MP for Fundy-Royal. She spent […]
When my daughter was born she had three great-grandparents and four grandparents ready and excited to meet her. She had a Great-Grandpa Joe and a Grandpa Joe and her Daddy, Joe. She had two Grandpas, one whose given name was Thomas but he always went by his middle name, and one whose middle name was […]