A friend sent me the most poignant quote (thank you, J): “…everything we do before a pandemic seems like an overreaction, and everything after seems like drastic under reaction.” What…

I’m trying to write a long-form piece a month, either at the beginning of or end of said month. I think that because I’m having enough fun with Instagram stories,…

The following short reflection came up because recently, someone (I absolutely adore) asked if they had a right to articulate a need to their lover of early days. I realized…

I even wore my fun lashes for the photograph. New Year, Old Me; may I never know where to look when trying to take a photo. It’s been a minute…

I couldn’t decide on which one to post, so you’re getting both. Since November 28, 2018, I have been writing daily. This is my last such entry, though of course…

365 days ago, I was getting ready to leave Canada for (what I thought would be) one month. Five months and countless countries (because I’m actually too lazy to count)…

Do I look like a gecko? I feel like I look like a gecko. Also, do I look like I’m some kind of infant toddler? I feel like I might…

This might very well become my favourite new place. I love brick walls almost as much as I love all attention to detail, especially in nooks – I was thinking…

The English Lit department at the Islamic University of Gaza asked to feature rose-water syrup during their Great Poetry Fair. They requested that I make a video reading one of…

Two of the four food groups right here. Aside from this, my ACTEOTSI of this day was a gratitude journal. I realize that one of the reasons this year has…

We were agreeing that every little while, couples should check in with one another to ask if they’re still into each other. She mentioned that it was in Germany that…

I order onion skin paper because no one in Ottawa carries it. I also buy vintage airmail envelopes whenever I find authentic ones. Always, I am making lists of things…

Eight days, and The Sabbatical comes to its close. I began my own advent calendar – each day, I purchase a thing to celebrate, and to carry into the next…

Doesn’t she look amazing? She has to wear sunglasses after her cataract surgery so I let her have her pick of mine. She insisted on wearing them over her own…

Momma had her first of two cataract surgeries today at the Riverside. I in fact hate being inside of adult hospitals (I am good at children’s, however). Just being inside…

  He wore a Patagonia t-shirt, of course. He’s a mountaineer who has lost feeling in two toes because he was chasing a mountaineering adventure at Canada’s highest peek –…

flare-up noun \ ˈfler-ˌəp  \ a sudden bursting (as of a smoldering fire) into flame or light, a danger of flare-ups. Some people call it ‘banter’. A note: don’t ask People of Colour…

When did I stop knowing how to take a picture? Our next date will be for me to go over and bake Christmas goods with her in middle December. Natalie’s…

There was a parade along my street, which is one of the things I love about my street. All parades must pass through here ❤️ That’s The Grinch inside of…

Unless physically incapable, there will never be a day when I come across a playground at which I don’t play, or a merry-go-round on which I won’t ride. Lesson three…

Author of Ayesha at Last, this stunner is Uzma Jalaluddin. I had heard rumblings of this book, but being as out of touch as I have been during The Sabbatical,…

The front row are the McGs, while the back row are D & A (married to A & C, covering all first four letters of your A-B-Cs); we met 11…

It was a good day for one of the most important women in my life. Me, I got to tag along and wear scrubs (they are pyjamas in public!!) and…

Snow; it’s when the stars fall to the ground. Have I mentioned that I keep track of how I am ageing? Like, an actual list? It’s one of the ways…

A very short morning taking care of things for momma. I love Christmas and spent far too long wandering the aisles of Christmas decorations. Last year, I missed momma and…

That’s Destine (pronounced Destin) on the left, and Sally on the right. You know Sally’s husband David, my legal counsel. Tonight was a night, though. One entirely in support of…

You’re going to get an unusual amount of selfies this month because I’m making up for every time I placed my friends on hold this past year. Sorry? Not even…

I spent my evening in CHEO’s emergency room, which is what happens when people you love have babies whose party trick is suddenly projectile vomiting. More on this in a…

This is not the same dress that was in today’s story, but rather my this evening’s outfit. (In case you voted, the black sandal is the leading winner so far….

We could not, for the life of us, take a good photo next to one another. This is the compromise – cropping only ourselves in the photo we like. Vanity…

What you’re looking at here is a kind of heaven for me; it doesn’t take that much to make me happy – mostly, it is some combination of paper and…

Evening at Poppy’s. Earlier, we were discussing ‘types’, because it’s come to my attention, by my own brain, that ‘my type’ no longer works for me. Since 2012, with the…

This is Archer who, no matter the temperature, is usually only ever in pants. He’s one of my favourite cuddlers, next in talent only to his big brother. These boys…

Left is my current journal, ready to set on November 30th. Right is my next year’s fresh start. I am more than ready. First day of the last month of…

Day to night. I can’t believe I’ve never taken photos of this style before, considering how insane I am over shoes. I woke up at 7.30 like a woman after…

This is where I spent the better part of my morning. Behind that ‘tree’ are speakers and Dulles was playing some worthy chill jams. I removed my Malcolm button because…

They attach orchids to tree-trunks, so trunks are covered in blossoms. That’s the image you’re seeing above. Very few people smoke, and the ones who do stand-out. Mistress culture is…

My airline just informed me that my return flight time will now be approximately 27 hours from door to door, starting at 5.30pm São Paulo time tomorrow evening. That’s longer…

This little bunny was fascinated by the dog, and she killed me when she began dancing. (Photos taken with permission from her poppa.) São Paulo is an entirely different creature…

We spent the day winding our way through a terribly fun vintage market in the Pinheiros hood, before I got to ogle the unreal graffiti in the Beco do Batman…