Many years ago, while walking through my university campus with a male friend on a starry, moonlit night, we passed by a dark, secluded spot. I leaned into him and whispered, “Damn. This would be a great spot to dump a dead body”.
In spite of, or possibly because of, my knowledge of prime dead body drop-off locations, that boy decided to spend the rest of his life with me. And to this day, he expresses his disbelief at that comment.
Four years ago, I decided that while I was great and perfectly sufficient as the focal point of my own existence, I needed something more. I needed to have a footprint bigger than the one I had at the time, to make an impact or contribute to an effort that was bigger than my journey, to be awakened by something more than just my daily 7 am alarm.
Old Quebec City is like no other place in Canada. It seems like a place out of an old book. Or a town transported from Europe. On a mini vacation two years ago, I discovered the beauty of this French city, the marvels of its cuisine, and the absolutely lovely people.
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Old World Charm
Green with Envy
Flags of the Free Land
Red and Blue
A Burst of Light
People in a Painting
Houses of a Bygone Era
Streets of the City
Yellow Door, Yellow Door
Rainbow Above the Snow
Deserted Train Station
For this Father’s day, to get the story straight from the horse’s mouth, I asked the spouse how becoming a father had changed his identity, his personality, his view of the world. How has fatherhood changed his purpose in life?
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Meh.”
The man is a prolific poet with his words. Continue reading
As far as the parenting world is concerned, the only struggle greater than that of raising a child is to lose one. It’s a struggle of loss, of grief, of identity, of recovery, of hope.
And it is one that is often kept silent. It’s a topic seldom openly discussed, and consequently one that most people are inept at dealing with. Here, I wish to do my part to normalize this conversation, to show the inside workings of the mind of a parent who loses a child and how they manage to keep on going. Continue reading
So confession time: I am a serial watcher of behind-the-scenes videos, bloopers, interviews, Wikipedia entries and essentially anything that gives me the assembly line scoop of a movie/show I fall in love with. My husband mocks me about this relentlessly. Because if fall in love with something, chances are, I am going to know its third most important actor’s first pet’s name. Continue reading
It was inevitable. It was fate. No matter where I was and where I was going, one day I was going to end up in Rome. Because as they say, ‘All roads lead to Rome’, right?
Have you ever missed a place without having actually been there? That’s how I felt about Rome my entire life. I have missed it as if in another lifetime, I had lived there for a lifetime. So you can imagine my exhilaration and anticipation leading up to that flight. Continue reading