I’ve been circling around this concept of slow travel a lot lately. It’s not shocking to anyone who has spent literally even one day with me that I am a bit of a doer. Chilling is not my thing. I’ve got lists and then lists for the lists. I survive on accomplishment alone. It’s my…
Life in 1975 was a dream. A few months back, I asked my step-father to begin transferring over to me all of the photography and historical documents from our family. I’ve always held dear the responsibility of family historian, and he graciously agreed to begin the long process after spending the last few years digitizing…
Today, let’s dive into peacock folklore. A JEWELRY STORE NAMED INDIA If you hold this Dazzling emeraldUp to the sky,It will shine a billion Beautiful miraclesPainted from the tearsOf the Most High.Plucked from the lush gardensOf a yellowish-green paradise,Look inside this hypnotic gemAnd a kaleidoscope of Titillating, Soul-raising Sights and colorsWill tease and seduceYour eyes and mind. Tell me, sir.Have…
Ah, the plight of a Canadian in France. This past Tuesday marked 90 days until I leave. “Three months!” most people say. “You must chill!” “Only three months!” I tell them. “So much to do.” Bring on a wee bit of dramatic arc because, well . . . Our heroine continues to plan her solitary…