January 5, 2025
The final days of Christmas holiday. A golden New Year's Eve day. Ciel, Iris and Laurent go back to Montreal and we have a couple very relaxing days with Brie and Ian before returning to the comfort and companionships of our empty nest.
January 3, 2025
We celebrate our Christmas and then have a recovery day.
January 2, 2025
A trip across the river to Westcote Bell Pottery. Brie and Ian arrive.
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.