I’ve been thinking a lot about trust of late. How much we rely on trust to function in our day to day. I was walking with my son recently. We had missed our streetcar and were heading up to the next main street to try and catch another one. On our way we had to … Continue reading Trust and risk.
I’m feeling that itch to post something. It’s been far too long. I have been writing, perhaps more than I’ve ever done. It’s all apart of something else, however, so all that energy and time is going there for the most part. And yet there’s never a full sense of completion. Not yet. I’ve been … Continue reading The magic on the other side of those tough days.
I mentioned in my last post that I’d taken a timeout from social media recently. I’ve known for a long time I needed to make a change in that department. Still, it took a couple friends doing it in January for me to take the plunge. Nothing like some positive peer influence. I was pretty … Continue reading Extracting myself from the lure of social media.
They say in an emergency, to always put on your oxygen mask before your children’s. This is one of those oft-quoted analogies that has become a bit of a parenting mantra. I know, I know. I am the millionth person to say it. Even having heard it repeatedly, though, I gotta say I still take … Continue reading The oxygen mask.
As I was scouring Pinterest for fun holiday crafts to do with the peanut, I also found some that were more adult-friendly. One such craft was a very simple wreath idea that didn’t sound too tough (or expensive to pull off). Materials: 20-gauge wire (or any thicker wire that’s still pliable) Green floral wire Branches of … Continue reading Holiday crafting: wreaths and garlands.
I hyped the heck out of my week in Vancouver and then never followed up with any reflections on the actual experience. In case you’re at all curious, here’s an attempt to gather my thoughts. First off, I felt strangely peaceful about leaving by the time I boarded my flight. The way I chose to … Continue reading Vancouver and everything after.
When we were away, a coffee mishap fried my laptop. I’m not going to name names, but the guilty party is about two feet tall and was not the intended recipient of said beverage. I could stomp around and cry and shake my fist, but I know firsthand how helpful tantrums are. So we bought a … Continue reading Cold feet.