i am not a diy expert – or even amateur – but that hasn’t stopped me yet

Consider this an appendices to the milestone 2. Our kitchen was boring. At least after we stripped the children's wallpaper and metallic faux-tile adhesive back-splash. I mean, that was a tad more exciting, but still... the interior design equivalent of a six-year-old's sticker collection. For the better part of the last year, we've been starting … Continue reading i am not a diy expert – or even amateur – but that hasn’t stopped me yet

the shapes of stories

I noticed this post was sitting in my drafts folder with nothing more than a heading. It's been sitting there nearly a year. Who knows what the hell I was thinking when I came up with that title. If the past is a foreign country, one's past self is a stranger. Or least someone you … Continue reading the shapes of stories

milestone 2: home ownership

This is part two of my re-capping of the last year or so. 2016 was all-around a year of horrors. It is known. Somewhere in the middle of it, Husband and I found out that the apartment we were renting in New Westminster was being sold. This was the second time that had happened to … Continue reading milestone 2: home ownership

milestone 1: blood of my blood

Since I've been out for a while, I thought I'd recap a few things that have happened in this last year or so of radio silence. This is the biggest one.* I have another nephew! He is my third nephew, the second one named Benjamin, and the first borne by my only sister. He is … Continue reading milestone 1: blood of my blood

waking from my writing coma

So I've just finished a draft (final?) of something and the feeling is always like finally arriving at your hotel after an incredibly long, grueling, farcical series of misadventures. It's over. It's done. You're not dreaming. There's a tired, weighted sigh of relief... the feeling that holy-shit-I-really-need-a-drink... But what to do now?! (Besides opening the mini-bar, … Continue reading waking from my writing coma

my three dads

There is a line in a movie that I am not ashamed to admit I have seen way too many times* which goes: "Typical isn't it? You wait twenty years for a dad and then three come along at once." I feel a little like this right now. I've had several months of plugging away at a project with all the diligence of an AP English student (which is to say, very little diligence, but we fake it well), and now everything has kind of exploded in my face.

This always happens. I get 2/3 of the way done my final draft and I decide to start outlining a whole frigging series.

pacific northwest wanderings

  It was a weekend without much in the way of photo documentation. That tends to happen when you've planned a long weekend south of the border following the election of a technicolor nightmare. These are all the Instagram hits. We stopped briefly in Olympia on the way down to Portland. The briefness of that … Continue reading pacific northwest wanderings