Living Creatively, Living the Dream
Three years ago tomorrow I began this blog after much encouragement from many people who believed I should “tell my story.” So…I wrote. And I wrote. And five hundred and fifty-seven posts later…I’m still not done. I’ve blogged my way Continue reading Three years and counting…
My friend announced today that she’s pregnant. I had a feeling. The rushing in late to class and the paleness of her skin were dead giveaways. But today…it was announced on Facebook with all the flair and excitement of any Continue reading +1
These broken shells are among my greatest treasures. It was 1980. I sat at the kitchen table of my family home coloring Easter Eggs with my Nan O’Dea. I wouldn’t have called her creative…unless you considered the creativity it took Continue reading Pieces of Nan…
Yesterday, during the Irving Oil Challenge Cup…when Spiderman finally touched the ice for the very first time…my knees were shaking. My heart was pounding. IT WAS AWESOME! We had no expectations that he’d actually play. As an “Affiliate Player” with Continue reading Hockey goes on…
Remember when I started school? When I stood in front of the college parking lot and panicked…sent a message and received a reply from The Tall Blonde saying “you got d’is one momma.” Remember when I broke down in the Continue reading Facing the future…
It’s March Break and I’ve done absolutely nothing! Well…unless you count a hockey tournament, daily drives back and forth to volleyball camp that have me getting out of bed at a ridiculous hour, a few trips to the rink for Continue reading March Break…
A few weeks ago, I was approached by Oxford Learning about working with them on a marketing campaign. It was a no-brainer for me. You see…I owe a lot to that place. It was the end of grade two and Continue reading Oxford Learning…
I never believed in the “power of women.” Until I needed them. Until I was held together by the most remarkable group of girlfriends, cousins, mothers, aunts, sisters, daughters…I’ve ever known. Until one after the next, I heard from friends Continue reading International Women’s Day…
Last week…over pancakes, sausages and a dozen hockey players enjoying one another’s company…a few hockey moms and myself were gathered in my living room gossiping and solving the world’s problems. At some point, the conversation turned to whether I’d started Continue reading Match dot com
I broke my toe in a fly hole leaving me to wonder why the front hole in a pair of boxers is called a fly. Leaving you to wonder what my toe was doing inside one? The answer is simple. Continue reading Fly on my toe…
Often, a blog starts from a rant. Something ticks me off and makes me annoyed enough to fire words on the screen that make no sense. I usually never post them. Every now and then I go back. Reassess my Continue reading Rant…
The first time I connected with MT&L I was 21 years old. Which was…ummmm…about ten years ago now. OK…more like 15. Alright…whatever…it was 23 years ago but who’s counting! I was working at Granite Springs Golf Club and at the Continue reading MT&L…
I’ve written a few posts on bullying. There was the one about how I bullied. The one about how social media has changed the face of bullying. The one about the twitter hashtag I found where local high school kids were Continue reading To this day…
Will there ever come a time when I don’t worry about my kids? Try to smooth out the rough patches and clear a path forward? Is my heart so in-tune to their needs that the day will come when it’s Continue reading Leading the way…
They caught me off guard this morning. Sometime between hockey, school, riding and volleyball…while I was out of the house driving one kid to an activity, anticipating the other to be picked up and dropped off in order for me Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day
At one point, there were so many panic attacks, I actually started having panic attacks for fear of an oncoming panic attack! It was a circle I couldn’t get out of…without help. I’m still not sure what started it but Continue reading Let’s talk…
That superbowl ad…the one with the Clydesdale and his trainer…you know, the Budweiser horse that rode in the parade, saw the man who was there to bring him into this world…the man who loved and trained him then proudly stood Continue reading Margot and Ozzy…
Spiderman is about to pick his courses for High School. HIGH SCHOOL! It was only yesterday we were trying to decide whether to put him in Primary French Immersion or not. Then, the other day, we had a grand discussion Continue reading Picking the right course…
I’m a little behind on my Queen’s Updates! Prior to this, I tried to write one per month as a little “wrap up” and a reminder to folks to read a post they may have missed. Well…I’ve not written Continue reading Queen’s 22nd Update…
I’m a screwed up designer in that I don’t doodle. Well I do doodle…just not like the doodlers do. They sketch things like superheroes and robots, cartoon characters and skulls. They know every Marvel comic ever written, can name dozens Continue reading How do you doodle…