Have A Spectacular Christmas
Even though there’s not even a remote chance I’ll see snow this Christmas, while I’m in a tropical location shooting a wedding in a foreign language, I hope your Christmas is cold and snowy and full of family.
Even though there’s not even a remote chance I’ll see snow this Christmas, while I’m in a tropical location shooting a wedding in a foreign language, I hope your Christmas is cold and snowy and full of family.
I’m sitting cozy on my couch industriously working on my laptop while the cats intermittently play and sleep. It’s perfectly fitting that as I type this I hear the delivery man at my door, unloading my order; he’ll ring the door bell any minute now to let me confirm delivery and sign the receipt. I’m still…
“Adventure is worthwhile in itself,” she said. The daring woman who flew solo across the Atlantic when the whole world doubted her, the inspiring woman who dared me to dream big and live large, the female aviator Amelia Earhart. Hers was the first biography I read as a newly inaugurated bookworm and hers is the…
Aren’t we four and ten still? Writing secret messages back and forth when we were supposed to be asleep? (Sorry, Mom & Dad.) Aren’t we six and twelve still? Bickering over who had to make the bed and what the standard of “clean” would pass for a clean room? Aren’t we just eight and fourteen, facing the enormity of a…
“Mooooom, she’s not cleaning her side of the room!” I would yell, in a desperate attempt to get Joanna to actually stop drawing a picture and do the work that had been assigned. Usually, it didn’t work until Mom actually *came* down the hall, looked at the evidence of Hurricane Joanna, and stayed with us…
Twenty months ago, I stood on the concrete doorstep of a two-room house in the middle of nowhere. Literally the middle of nowhere. For the past two weeks, we had been cooking for a group of loud, hard working, heavy-eating Canadians. They had been busy, definitely working hard, but also playing hard. Between the lot…
I didn’t even recognize it. Not until later, anyway. A couple years ago, on one of my first trips to Canadaland, John and I took a daytrip to Whistler in the middle of the winter (cold, cold winter) and snowshoed on these very same trails. With feet upon feet upon feet of snow, the going…