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to plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow – audrey hepburn

“I bought you a tree,” he said simply.

dIvOrCe Remorse?

And finally – after the dust settles – how do I come to terms with saying goodbye to the person I once told myself I’d die for?

she wore an itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, vintage cherry pop bikini

However, same goes if I was at the beach. I wore this two-piece all last summer. From New Brunswick, to the Picton shoreline. Swimming, is swimming, is swimming, is swimming. Less you dive in with your clothes on, I suggest you look away.

the unwitting face on the shadow of society

We, as a society. We, as spectators. We, as the collective. We, as those who read the stories, hear the rumours, watch the news wheels. We have an opportunity to speak up, speak out.

but where is the follow-through?

And where I am? Among the reeds of big ideas and little follow-through. It sometimes reeks like a metaphor for my life.

how sunscreen became the only grad advice I ever needed

You are a part of history.
You have graduated in a historical year of triumph, of uncertainty, of revolution.
You are an integral cog in the wheelhouse of a generation who are narrating what we will read in our history books, and teach the children who come after you.

so, you didn’t “utilize” the pandemic. now what?

You didn’t have to start a website, or sweep under the couch, or plant a new garden, or become a master of cooking to become the new human you are.

waiting in antici…pation

I’ve not been on the phone with doctors so much in my life as I have the last two weeks. From life insurance (I almost had forgotten that non-smokers pay way less than when I was a pack-a-day) nurses calling to schedule health exams, to my family doctor asking about my Thyroid medication, suddenly my…

“Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.” – Forrest Gump

As we venture into month three of slowing down, go with kindness. There’s a story behind every door of every home grappling with how to handle this next chapter of uncertainty.

drama llama

But if all you’ve ever known is drama and crisis aversion, how can you possibly be expected to live comfortably when everything is (checks notes) going right? Is that a thing? Is it possible that for thirty seconds – everything is okay?