Confessions of a Social Media Junkie

This winter I’ve finally done something I’ve been wanting to do for three years. I bought cross-country skis and got myself skiing! I love this sport. Full-body workout, communing with nature, embracing winter instead of hibernating from it. Well, okay maybe not a full-on embrace of winter. More like a fist bump. I’m not the … Continued

I don’t like New Year’s resolutions. To me it’s like paving a gilded path to failure. The entire process is so grandiose and pumped up with all this undue pressure to succeed. If you want to do something, do it. Resolutions mean nothing without action. And I don’t like saying I’m going to do something … Continued

A friend shared an article about birth order on Facebook yesterday (thanks Julie!). And although there are a lot of generalizations made about the personalities of the oldest, middle, youngest and even solo child some of what the author says about birth order rings true for me. I am a middle child. The author, Dr. … Continued

I was 19. The summer after my last year of high school was coming to an end and I was starting university in just a few week’s time. My parents and sister moved back to Victoria (my old hometown) and my brother was already out of the house living on his own. In a way … Continued

You know when the chapter of a great book you’re reading ends and leaves you wanting more? You need to turn the page, no matter how late into the night it is. You’ll stay up waaay past your bedtime because the shopkeeper has made a vow to avenge the murder of his son and you … Continued

Today my girl went to the dentist. She had to be sedated because, funny thing, she doesn’t like people poking around in her mouth. Sedation means fasting – no food or drink the six hours leading up to the appointment. So to be fair, I didn’t have any food or drink either. Not a big … Continued

In the list of top 10 worst ways to build community for you blog, not blogging regularly (e.g. in over a month) is probably ranked number one. Talk about sending the wrong message. It’s like a careless whisper. But instead of George Michael lamenting the pain and shame (you’re welcome 1984), it’s me. Lil’ old … Continued