While I sit on my couch half-listening very strange almost-rap music curated by Songza.com (not sure why the Machine thinks I want to listen to that. SKIP.), I sip my peppermint mocha and giggle while kitty goes cuh-razy in her adorably annoying way. It’s #thankfulthursday today and when the alarm went off a couple hours…
When I moved to Canadaland, my first step was finding a local gym that could become my home-away-from-home. Not that I’m a particularly gym rat, but in the muddled transition to a new country, I knew it would be a good way for me to get out of the house, meet new people, and embrace…
I went to China. For three weeks, I was free to roam the city alone for a vast majority of the daylight hours each day; just me, myself, and my camera to explore the cultural goldmine. Husband was at work. English-speaking friends were limited (but a gem to find!). I had a bicycle, a bike…
Moving to a new country isn’t easy. It can’t be. It won’t be. Even in one as closely tied to my motherland as Canadaland has been and will be, the cultural idiosyncracies are numerous. Example: just today I went to the bank to withdraw some cash. I explained to the teller the amount I needed…
I was sitting at a coffee shop as I often do these days; the people-watching, coffee-drinking, no-house-work-doing environment helps me stay focused. The sixty-some-year-old couple was sitting at a table opposite mine, just barely in earshot and directly in my line of sight. He held up his flip phone and pointed it across the…
It’s Valentine’s Day and the kitten, the Ducky, the littlest assistant is here to share the love: her own special series of kitten valentine e-cards. She might be a kitten, but she’s not a’kidding. Her special meow sounds more like a mix between a half-mew and a bird’s chirp, but you’re the bomb-diggity, just the same. The bestest…
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