I wrote this one a year ago, and it just showed up in my FB memories. Still resonates for me; maybe it will for you too. It's the most wonderful time of the year. That song, right? It picks you up in its waltzing rhythm and you feel either the exhilaration of the Christmas season… Continue reading It’s the Most Wonderful Time
I'm feeling conflicted about posting this one because I don't want readers to think I'm seeking attention or intervention. I'm really okay. But if you are not comfortable with talk of death or suicide, I encourage you to skip this one. The first time I remember being called strong, I was ten years old, and… Continue reading What does strong look like to you?
Back when I was working a nine-to-five-ish job, there was a period of a couple of years when I was lucky enough to live a 10-minute walk from work. (Actually, 50% of the walk was Flower Hill, so it was like 10 minutes to work, 5 minutes from.) During that time, when the weather cooperated,… Continue reading Harbourside Park Mornings
I can't remember exactly when, but let's say it was ten years ago. I do remember it was a Saturday in September, the perfect Newfoundland day with sun and just enough breeze to keep you cool. I went with Andrew and Stacey to Bell Island for the day. One of us had a flier for… Continue reading Achievement and Experience
I’ve gotten this question a few times lately, and it throws me every time. When it comes from a friend, it feels like a pat on the back. When it comes from someone I’ve just met, it feels like, “Nice motorhome, where’d you get it?” I have been living without a fixed address for the… Continue reading How do I get your life?