If you had told my 8-year-old self that at the press of a button, someone could access my “radio show”, I would have said “Sign me up – Now.” I used to talk to myself and “my guests” in the … Continue reading
Um. Just watch. I needed that. Thanks Sigourney. I love you. More on her here. This is funny too. Heard any good jokes lately? xx
Looking for some nail biters you can’t put down? Here are two murder mysteries that take place at a wedding on an exclusive island. Though different in style, both kept me thoroughly entertained. One is a summer read, and one … Continue reading
I am covered in snow. I have to remove tiny snowballs from my eyelashes so I can see. It’s so windy I have to walk backwards. Do I care? No. I’m listening to a good podcast. The best podcasts entertain, … Continue reading
Um. Did you eat the cookies, because I can’t find them. The tin is empty. As I mentioned here, I can’t stop eating cookies either, so I’m not mad. I get it. But if you could just go ahead and … Continue reading
Since I am living in sweatpants like everyone else in the world, I figured I might as well have some fun with it. Every company is offering loungewear right now, but if it doesn’t make me happy, I am not … Continue reading
Normally, cookies are for Christmas time. A rare treat. I try to keep that “stuff” out of the house. Very wise. During this time, I have found that these types of rules go out the window, just like any plan … Continue reading
I don’t need to tell you what a year this has been. As we sit with quarantine, face a family-less holiday season, twiddle our thumbs as we wait for the U.S. to make a decision, witness countless atrocities all over … Continue reading
You’re born, you go to school, you are single for a while, you get married and then you have a child…those are the basic personal milestones. The big days are graduations, weddings and child births…but we live so many more … Continue reading
A flower that grows through the cracks in a sidewalk. That is what Montreal photographer Annabelle Agnew makes me think of. It’s fitting that in this self-portrait (that stopped me in my tracks) she holds a flower in her mouth. … Continue reading
