There’s something magical about getting up before the sun rises. It’s easy enough to do now that the days are so much shorter. 897 more words
4 days, 6 hours
My dad used to say the only pictures people liked of themselves were the ones that didn’t look anything like them. 505 more words
1 week, 3 days
Do I have to spend it? Can’t I just do the typically Canadian thing and sock it away for a rainy day? 714 more words
2 weeks, 3 days
Did you ever get lost?
The first time I remember being lost was at a fall fair when I was six. Six was a magical all-grown-up age for me, so I was, of course, totally done with holding on to my mother’s hand. 859 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
I would be a grape vine in a vineyard in Italy or the south of France. 459 more words
I had a lot of fun with the questions this week. Thanks to Cee for the opportunity to ‘Share my World’.
If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be? 324 more words
The happiness project is complete (although Jazzy will probably continue to pop up sporadically being her brilliantly happy oblivious wine drinking little self) and it’s time to do some actual writing again. 445 more words
1 month, 1 week