Missing the trees for the branches

Sometimes we miss the beauty of the whole for the mess of tangled branches.  

Childhood in a Canadian Winter

Childhood in a Canadian winter is slouching on the school bus beside your best friend, sweating in your ski pants and jacket from the blast of the heater on high, backpack still behind you, digging in under one armpit, shoving you forward on the vinyl seat, your Sorel boots absently kicking the metal of the seat in front as you design patterns on the frosted window.

35 and Time To Try...

I turned the big 35 last week and since my birthday falls on New Year's Day, it's always an extra moment of reflection. I'm not great at resolutions of any kind (check out all my enthusiastic series beginnings on the blog...) but here are a few things I'm working on:

Hashtag Goals

I think I'm done with goals.