The One Constant
I actually have nothing to say. I sat here trying to think of something going on, but mostly it fits on my travel blog. I feel like I can’t write about another weekend where I drank my face off and may...
View Article16 lb Turkeys, and Sheer Exhaustion
Holy fishballs. My workload has officially grown bigger than I am, I nearly fell asleep twice at work today, and then I had to skip the gym because I feel deathly. And then I came home and ate two...
View ArticleFor the Love of Letter Writing
(Image by Pink Sherbet Photography) I’ve had a passion for the handwritten letter since I was 6 years old. My grandmother encouraged me to post an ad in the Newfoundland Herald requesting pen-pals. I...
View ArticleI Really Hope So.
Are you tired of hearing about my home yet? My undecided feelings about it all? My intense fluctuations from one extreme of missing-it-so-much-it-hurts, to abhorring everything in this town and never...
View ArticleBack to High School
Walking into my old high school was like taking a bad trip. Or a good trip, however you want to look at it. My brother’s grad went beautifully. I was so proud of him in his sharp suit – he looked...
View ArticlePerspective.
I try to keep the personal lives of my friends and family out of my blog, but sometimes my life gets tangled up in theirs too. My best friend lost her mother when she was 14 years old. I barely knew...
View ArticleWhat the Hell am I Doing Here?
I used to believe in fate. I had fate all figured out, and all I had to do was follow my heart or go with my gut instinct. How else did I wind up getting my English degree and then a great job, even...
View ArticleThankfulness and Turkey
I just came back from a five star meal at Cailin’s place: delicious brined turkey and all the trimmings. I’d like to say I helped, but mostly I sat around and observed. Or peeled the occasional potato,...
View ArticleThat Kinda Day
It’s the kind of day where I get slapped with another $300 from Bell Aliant and sidetracked by a million different things. The kind of day where I sit around filled with self-pity because I can’t get...
View ArticleHow Does Your Career Define You?
**I published this post last night, then made it private. Now I’m publishing again, because the minute I start censoring myself, I’m already failing as a writer. Also, there’s only so often I can write...
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