~ My husband is my best friend.~ I love my children above all else, they are my joy.~ I dream of seeing Paris.~ I love to write~ I love the way the world looks through the lens of a camera.~ I am a crier.~ I have a good heart and a generous spirit.~ I have not reached my fullest potential…I… View Post
Sometimes we yell
Perfect. Nobody is perfect…even though most people in my neighbourhood are doing their best to pretend they are. When you have been out late at a party the night before, a rather rare occurrence. Your hubby has had too much to drink and his snoring sounded rather like an elephant blowing through a garden hose, and both kids decide to… View Post
Snowed in in Suburbia
It’s snowing again. Another 15 cm last night. All the “good” neighbours are out shovelling their driveways and sidewalks, clearing the snow as fast as it falls. We are sitting in the house watching cartoons in our PJ’s at 11am on a Sunday morning. Bucking the system. When you live in suburbia you follow the unwritten rules of the neighbourhood…. View Post