I don’t think the husband or I would admit to being overly romantic. We just (as in, last week) established a regular date night after 8 years of parenting. (I consider the years of…
pregnancy & parenting relationships & love travel
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“Our behavior toward each other is the strangest, most unpredictable and most unaccountable of all the phenomena with which we are obliged to live. In all of nature, there is nothing so threatening to…
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These are the days. Where the sun rains down torrents of blistering light and steam escapes from grates in sultry and fluid wisps. The air plays tricks on your eyes as buildings sway and…
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It’s been eight years – some of them verrrrrry long – since I moved to Ethiopia. I need to do a little truth telling about me and this place I don’t call ‘home’. I…
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“Oh, I know that hotel, it’s only about 5 minutes from here by taxi.” “Or a 15 to 20 minute walk. Kyoto is so beautiful, so we’re trying to see as much as we…
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Spring is a tease. The biggest one I know. She usually gives us little hints of spring. But sometimes she likes to give us a little bit more, right in the middle of winter,…
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home & lifestyle relationships & love sisterhood travelWeightlifting, Wanderlust and Vicissitude (or: The Heart As a Muscle)
Goodbyes never get easier, or perhaps they do if you say them often enough. There are times when I think I’ve figured out how to deal with people who bemoan my departure long before…
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After almost two years of not boarding a plane, I finally set off to Singapore with my family; my parents, sister, grandma, husband and of course my 15 months old, Chloe. Five days, four…
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I thought I would be writing this entry from Ethiopia this week with some possible insights into “there” versus “here”; it turns out the Passport Canada, Canada Post, Air Canada gong show trifecta kept…
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My father is dying. I don’t want you to feel sad for me, my father has nearly died many times. In fact, my father has nearly died so many times that he says he’s…