
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
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
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