This week, I sat in a chair that hailed from a high school. That, in itself, isn’t anything out of the ordinary. I mean, I sit in school chairs all the time. But this chair was wooden. And stamped with…
2015 in Stories and Adventures
As I prepare to drink a vat of coffee so that I’m actually able to stay up past midnight, I’m (not surprisingly) reflecting on 2015. And I know I’ll never have another year like it. I don’t mean that in…
A Week of Wedding Awesomeness
This week, I had the honour of attending a good friend’s wedding. She’s a teacher, too, and although most of our students would be able to tell you that she subs for me when she doesn’t have a contract, and…
Breaking Out of the Suburban Mold
Saturday, I sat in the driver’s seat and pushed in the clutch, testing it out to see how it felt under my foot. I adjusted the seat, then put it back where it had been. I checked my mirrors, thinking…
I’ll be home soon.
This has been the most epic of moves. We knew that we’d be in for some adventures when we bought a pre-construction condo two years ago, but it’s easy to ignore what that actually means when you’re focusing on quartz…
Let’s go walkies!
The first time we took our dog, Peanut, for a walk in the park, she slept for the entire next day. Well, that’s not quite accurate. She slept for the rest of the afternoon, then all of the next day.…
#IWasHere
Gayle Forman – one of the authors I recommended over here – has challenged the Internet to think. She’s challenged us to ponder our experiences and contemplate the moments that have shaped us – the brief snippets of time where…
Destination: Vancouver
I’m moving in twenty-five days. Less than four weeks from now, I’ll leave for work from my home of seven years and never return to it. My eventual destination? Vancouver. And I’m flipping excited. I cannot even put into words…
Thank you.
Today, I started my morning with coffee. Okay, a lot of coffee. Then I threw in a load of laundry. I vacuumed. I walked the dog. I read. I did some writing. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.…
There’s no E-Reader for this.
I had a cloth library bag when I was a kid. I don’t remember what colour it was or where it came from, but I can still feel the way that its handles cut into my little hands as I…