In 2012, I got the chance to write about snow-artist, Simon Beck, for a piece for Kootenay Mountain Culture magazine. Passionate and quirky, he was hoping to secure some form of sponsorship, so he could keep leaving his marks in snow, improve his camera equipment and work on a book. Well, it looks like his…
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Hey Self, You Forgetful Wench, I’m Talking to You.
Honestly. Writing letters to your future self is the pinnacle of self absorption. (I’m talking to you, Ethan Hawke.) Of all the people you could reach out to – old friends, a long ago mentor, your grandmother, whomever, you pick your self? But 365 days ago, future.me (letters to the future) made me forget my reservations…
Whistler Blackcomb Opening Day – the Wait is Over
I don’t really want to write about my kid. I think he should be the narrator of his own life, not the subject of my anecdotes. And “mommy blogger” is an ugly word when you’ve busted your ass to become a “journalist” or “contributing writer” or whatever it is that I actually am. That said,…
Progress Report: the 3 Item To Do List
A 50-item list, no matter how helpful or authoritative it purports to be, is about, oh, 47 entries too long to be useful… Keep it to 3. The Power of Lists: Productivity’s Secret Weapon. So, how’s that coming? Hmm. Thought as much.
The Only 3 Things You Need to Survive Pregnancy
The Passenger is still on-board, so technically I haven’t survived pregnancy yet, but 260 days into this gestation-thing, I’ve distilled it down to this: surviving pregnancy doesn’t require any more gratuitous advice from any more well-meaning self-declared (“I’ve had a baby/been pregnant/read a book, so I know all there is to know”) experts. So I’ll…
Pros and Cons of Parenthood or Why there’s a conspiracy of silence around becoming a mom
I sat at my work Xmas party the other night between two twenty-somethings and two forty-somethings. I nursed a cranberry juice and an unplanned-for 6 and a half month pregnant belly and played the Berlin Wall as the conversation bounced back and forth about the pros and cons of having kids. (Me: quiet as stone….
Happy Place
My friend Ange said, “Where have you been most happy?” She’s a creativity coach starting her own consulting company, so I let her experiment on me. (It didn’t hurt a bit. She promised it wouldn’t.) I took her crayons and pushed aside my self-consciousness to scribble tragic little stick men on the butcher’s paper she…
Hold that thought.
A tidal wave of one million ideas is crashing on my shore, which is what happens when there’s one project, one assignment, demanding all your attention. Be quiet, darlings. You’ll get your turn. Hence, this quick tutorial from Miranda July: a handy guide for the easily distracted. (Anyone got some giant mixing bowls they can…
A letter to my favourite yogi
Julia – I left something at the studio tonight after your class, but I don’t want it back. It’s my self-loathing. I don’t think you’ll have to sweep it up. I suspect it will spontaneously combust without me there to feed it. Yeah, you really kicked my ass tonight. That was a tough session. The toughest…
Treasure Chests
When my dad went bankrupt, it occurred to me he might kill himself. I rang, asking with more emphasis, more scrutiny than ever before — So, how are you, Dad? -Oh, I’m not going to off myself or anything. Good to clear that up. He’s lost everything. He grows a scary beard. My dad, the…
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