As Edna St. Vincent Millay said, love is not all. Only the most important thing.
I am a life-long perfectionist. And it has brought me nothing but trouble.
I’m thinking about ambition this week. And what it means.
Do you know where you learned how to dress? How to choose what to wear and what not to wear?
This week has been a week of sunshine every which way you look at it.
Do me a favour, if you’re in the mall or the grocery store and you see an old teacher, please go and say hello. You’ll make their day. And maybe even your own.
What signals the arrival of spring where you live?
How does one show empathy in the face of someone else’s pain? One way is never, ever to say “at least.”
I’m inspired by my trip to the Ottawa Antique & Vintage Market to go vintage treasure hunting again this spring.
Spring smells like mud where I live. The glorious, much anticipated smell of melting snow and bare ground. The harbinger of marble season.
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