"Should I Park Down by The Bay?"
The title of this post was a question posed by my mom when we got to Upper Canada Mall today. To which my sister and I replied in unison “where the watermelons grow” followed by laughter and a...
View ArticleWhat's so cool about being NORMAL anyway!?
This morning I finished reading an ARC of John Boyne’s The Terrible Thing That Happened to Barnaby Brocket, and I’m left wondering what is so cool about being normal anyway?! Barnaby Brocket was born...
View ArticleWILD [Book Review]
My cousin Amanda recommended that I read WILD by Cheryl Strayed. It’s one of her favourite books, one that she knew I would love too. WILD is the most intense memoir(ish) book that I have read this...
View ArticleShed your Skin
Those days are going to come and go. The days where you feel inadequate as a writer, noticing the strides other people are making, wondering why you’re not working hard enough to make them yourself....
View ArticleChildren are the BEST Teachers
In eighteen months I’ve learned more about life from my niece than I have from adults in the twenty-six years I have been alive. This is nothing against the adults in my life, it’s just the simple...
View ArticleWhiplash: the film, the writing, the life you’re living
Last weekend, Alex and I watched Whiplash. He’d seen it before and said to me, “when you watch this, think about your writing”, so I kept that in mind as the opening credits rolled out. There’s no...
View ArticleThe Blank Page (literally)
The page is blank but my heart is full. Taking a step back to enjoy this world. Every moment is a blessing; every failure a whirl. It’s time to dance in the rain like a little girl. Love Always,...
View ArticleLong Weekend Loving
Long weekends in the summer are perfect for spending time in the sunshine, reading, and partying. This weekend we celebrated Isabelle’s second birthday and attended my aunt’s wedding. Both were lovely...
View ArticleRevival
I know I’m not the only writer who forgets why they put a pen to paper or tap letters on their keyboard. I can’t possibly be the only writer who forgets to get excited by the satisfaction of clicking...
View Articleremember?
I remember a time when I felt invincible. I was in the twelfth grade (maybe even first year of university). I finally had my first kiss, been to some great parties, taken some risks by being honest...
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