Pay It Forward Day

Today is, apparently, Pay it Forward Day. So if you pay it forward do you step forward and take credit for it or just quietly let your actions speak for themselves? I’ve decided it will

Lost and Found

I’ve been so busy writing for my volunteer life that I’ve had no time to write for pleasure. It’s way more fun when no one edits what you write!

Today I’d like to write about what a fabulous job the

Happenstance

I remember once, when I was about 13 or 14, flying to Vancouver Island with my mom. We saw people she knew in Calgary and Vancouver. I was like “what the heck?”; we lived in a small farming community so how could my mom know so many people?

Fast forward to my kids going anywhere with me when they were teenagers. It kind of drove them a bit crazy that I would find people whom I knew to stop and visit with.

Flying thousand of miles away should probably have prevented that. Or so you would think! We know one person in the whole of Newfoundland and who do we run into at dinner the other night? Yep.

Signal Hill and Cabot Trail

We stood steeped in history as we walked up Signal Hill. It is one of the most iconic sites in Canada and yet the years haven’t changed it.

Cape Spear

We’ve now been to the most eastern spot in North America. Trust me that it was a lot warmer when we were on the most western tip of Europe! Portugal in the spring isn’t quite like Newfoundland in the same season!

Seventh Heaven

I was in my version of seventh heaven for the last 4 days. Tons and tons of

Meandering

I can’t find that illusive opening paragraph that draws the reader in so perhaps I’ll just let the pictures do the talking.

Not Average “Posts”

This is not at all like my other fence post Friday entry. My average fence post pictures feature sturdy posts, barb wire and wide open spaces.

Today’s fences are unique to me although they may be

Written with Tears

There are things in life you cannot un see

There are things in life you cannot un hear

Report Card 1

Report card day was never my favourite day as I never really had an idea what the teacher or the exam results would say. Then of course add in the fact that I failed one of my five final nursing exams. Makes sense why report card day brings a sense of trepidation to me.

So why would I