Tailwhips

(Found in my drafts from 3 and a half years ago) My kid has been trying to land tailwhips on his scooter for over two years. When was the last time you tried anything for that period of time? He is a fearless creature; this characteristic not only shows up in what he does physically, […]

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#staycurious

Go to what makes you smile; the things that tickle your soul and ignite your curiosity.  I’m starting to find mine again… I lost my way for a bit and let myself fall into old patterns. I’m practicing daily.

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I exchanged a round-trip ticket to LA for a chance to sit with Elvis (and this is what it taught me)

I have struggled with how to start this; I even battled a few different titles. But during the days that followed my trip back to Toronto from Memphis, I have shared both my accolades and missteps of my solo road trip in a converted, extended 16 foot Tony Miceli van. Eleven days ago, as I […]

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Step 9: Amends

I’m writing letters. They’ll all start with the same few sentences. Yours will not contain a different opening, but what follows will be mine and yours only. Today, I’m making amends and giving forgiveness in a space where no apology has been offered. You broke my heart. At a time I needed touch, you were […]

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I exchanged a round-trip ticket to LA for a chance to sit with Elvis (and this is what it taught me)

I have struggled with how to start this; I even battled a few different titles. But during the days that followed my trip back to Toronto from Memphis, I have shared both my accolades and missteps of my solo road trip in a converted, extended 16 foot Tony Miceli van. Eleven days ago, as I […]

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Too much, yet not enough

I’ve been writing love letters. Doesn’t that sound so incredibly beautiful, and curious? I wish these feelings on the folio were being gingerly typed on a green Smith Corona and he responding in his favourite ink and white blank sheets of hope. But instead, fingers on keys almost as quickly as the brain is devising […]

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It wasn’t for him; it was for me

I remember a few years back, celebrating my first Valentines alone, in over 22 years. While I had always had my group of close girlfriends around during this red, white and pink, commercialized holiday, with dinner parties, and costume, food and drink, there was something about the extra love in the air that always had […]

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