The 4 B’s

Turns out blogging, beer, baking and BBQ don’t go hand in hand.

#MyCanadaDay150

Wow! I actually am unsure of how to encapsulate our Canada Day 150 spent on Parliament Hill. There are so many moments and thoughts to share. Settle in as this is going to be a long read!

Once upon a time

Once upon a time I tried to kill my husband. Now this is a true story but perhaps not in the context that you’re thinking. To be fair to me I warned him but he didn’t listen. Now the shoe might be on the other foot. 

Bloggers

Today I met up with a fellow blogger and it was wonderful. Now I actually know her in real life but feel a closer connection because of our shared blog readings. At this stage in her career I would be a distant memory, pleasant but faded. She would be one of a string of younger colleagues I help mentor along the way. 

But because we write we connect. I’ve never met her family which seems strange to her and I. She’s met my husband but he feels like he knows her better than two or three casual suppers calls for. 

It’s a connection that I’m thrilled to have. She challenges me to think globally and to reach out of my own easy space. Perhaps I provide her with a bit of easy nostalgic reading about life on the safer side. We hug lots which is kind of funny because she was so not on the hugging team! 
Today we hugged, talked, laughed and walked. Then we parted for a few months but she’ll be back because of what this photo shows. 

In the meantime we’ll both keep writing and reading; sharing both the inner and the outer shells. Lucky us to have this connection. Silly us to have forgotten, again, to take a picture while we were together. 

Bernie 

Worthy of a Read

This is worthy of a read. I didn’t write it but I was struck by what was written. I’ve often thought, and occasionally stated, that this

Whole Hearted

The concept for this blog post came from three random “encounters” so I feel the need to give the backgrounds to lay the ground work. 

Free Lance

There is a weight to a written word. A permanency that ink on paper allows. One which the spoken word can’t hold on too.
That’s why for as long as

Socks and Brushes with DN’s favs

I hate socks. That’s both the long and the short of this. 

An “ordinary” day

It started out like an ordinary day. It ended like an ordinary day but in between something strange happened that I wasn’t even aware of.

It is the “stuff” that

The Carry Over

I believe that the carry over effect of the daily activities from the advent calendar have made for a much more enjoyable holiday season. I still ended up