Dreams, Jeans, Go(u)rds, Thanksgiving; Eighty-Two Weeks In

Thanks and Giving Thank you to everyone who reached out with kind words last week. It does make things lighter to know that we aren't alone. Today is Thanksgiving, for those of you not in Canada, and it is the first Thanksgiving in many years … [Continue reading]

Not Okay, But Okay; Eighty-One Weeks In

I'm okay. Everything in my life is fundamentally okay - good, even - and my little boat in this tsunami of a storm is strong and well-equipped. EVERYTHING IS FINE except everything isn't fine? I know I'm not alone here. The other day Swistle (HI … [Continue reading]

Nicole’s Favourite Things: The “It’s My Bag, Baby” Edition

Once in a while I'll meet a person who casually mentions that they never carry a purse, and I am completely struck speechless. If a person doesn't carry a purse, how do they carry all the things? Or do they carry no things? Or do they rely on … [Continue reading]

Giving Up The (Trend) Ghost; Eighty Weeks In

I have always loved clothes and fashion. When you were a teen, did you "reinvent" your look every summer to have a bold new style in September? I sure did; some elements I would keep - to this day, I wear silver hoop earrings just like the ones I … [Continue reading]

A Dive Into Jane Eyre; Seventy-Nine Weeks In

This past week I was a beta reader for a book concerning parenting young children; it's hard to remember what those early years were like when my youngest just turned sixteen! Also, I was so sleep-deprived back then that I barely remember … [Continue reading]

Eighteen Months of Pandemic Life, An Update; Seventy-Eight Weeks In

This week my younger son turns sixteen - SIXTEEN! - and so, officially, 75% of the Boyhouse will have had two pandemic birthdays. Well, if we include Barkley, 80%, but I don't as his birthdays have been pretty much the same, pandemic or no. My son … [Continue reading]

It’s A Conspiracy; Seventy-Seven Weeks In

I find anything to do with the 1918 influenza pandemic fascinating; in part because it ended, and that gives me hope, and in part because I realize that we also will be a footnote in history. This week I read the book Gilead - more on that later - … [Continue reading]