December 29, 2024
I have entered the “losing track of days of the week” stage of Christmas holidays. Not knowing what day of the week it is, not needing to know, not caring, is such a lovely feeling. Ciel and Iris arrive, we are now 9 around the table.
December 27, 2024
Laurent arrives. Brunch at Mom & Dad's place.
December 24, 2024
Planning and spreadsheets meets the magic of a snowy Christmas on Nova Scotia’s South Shore.
December 20, 2024
I have so many thoughts swirling these days on my writing. What it has become, and how it’s changed. I don't know how to recover what is lost. Here’s what I do know. I want to tell the story of my life. And I have more than my words to tell that story. Another thing I know. I want to tell that story here, on my blog. Not on Instagram. Not on Facebook.
December 18, 2024
The timing of holiday preparations are not a tradition for us. What we do and when we do it and how much of it we do really depends on the year and where we're having Christmas. But now that live in this home are there definitely tree traditions to uphold.
December 9, 2024
Writing papers on weekends is not how I want to live my life at 49 years old, but this too shall pass.
December 7, 2024
I invited Mom for a Friday night date to Mahone Bay and we visited all the “where things were happening” as listed on the pamphlet. Our favorite of these was the market at St James Anglican Church Parish Hall.