A Few Thing I've Been Thinking About 

Even as a young girl, I was always happiest with a pencil and scribbler notebook. I dreamed of being an author one day, but given that English isn't my first language, I didn't believe I could be.

My mom Elise (now 89) a smart and resilient woman is illiterate. Schools were closed in former Yugosla...

If I have to be on lockdown, at least this time *outside* isn't calling me because it's -2 and the ground is covered in that snow-slash-sloppy-slash-slush that makes you wonder which shoes you're going to wear if you do leave the house. You don't really need to wear boots but you don't want to ruin ...

After my last post for 2020, my in-box was flooded with responses. It made my heart happy especially since given that last month my mind was questioning *why bother* at all?

Cindy said "as always, I love your emails and you lift and inspire me". Jill told me it was her favourite message from all th...

Look. You're still here.

If you're new here, welcome. These musing posts are a bit of a hodgepodge of things that have crossed my path and what's on my mind. The fact that you read them makes me incredibly happy-slash-grateful-slash-misty.

I want to say thanks. I appreciate you.

If 2020 has been ...

Growing up, I always had an Advent calendar. Each day I would open the consecutive cardboard flaps that would reveal a small gift of chocolate. (I loved that they were a different shape every day.) It was also an awesome way to count just *how many more sleeps* until Christmas is finally here.

Each...