I didn’t make it.
A few weeks ago I took the bait and applied to be a contestant on Deal or No Deal. The application form was long and involved and I answered the kooky questions in my typical witty fashion.
Since the onset of my illness on our weekend getaway I have grown sicker each day. The fever passed after 24 hours (thank the heavens) but my throat became a war zone.
I used to hate my middle name. Now I like it so much that I gave it to my daughter as her middle name.
I bought my wedding dress before I was even engaged.
Think back to all of boys you have ever loved: the crushes you harboured in middle school, the awkward and lanky guy who gave you your first wet and disturbingly slobbery kiss at Bible camp (scandalous!), and all the pi
Poutine is good. Cheese, gravy and fries.
I love writing. I love setting my mind free and letting my fingers walk across the keyboard as words I dind’t know I had inside of me appear on the screen.