As the rain pours and the temperature drops I can’t help but dream of my time in Australia, lying on the white sand beaches, soaking up the tropical sun, not a care in the world. Wouldn’t it be great to go on a beach vacation in 2013 with the whole family?
One of our Christmas traditions is to visit Bright Nights at Stanley Park with Ben’s family. We bundle up as warm as possible and head to the park to ride the train and ohh and ahh over the lights. I love taking the boys because of the wonder on their faces as we explore the forest of lights and Christmas delights.
I’m starting a new column on Elasticpantcity called Life at a Glance. Consider it a synopsis of the things that inspire and interest me, as well as stretch my understanding of life.
I’m reading Joan Didion’s, The Year of Magical Thinking, in which she gives an account of her experience of personal grief.
Last night in a moment of weakness Ben and I were on Craig’s List looking for a new place to rent in Vancouver. Currently we are in a turn of the last century character home and its many failings can put us on the edge of making rash decisions: Like moving back to the suburbs.
I feel like a lioness when it comes to protecting my boys. I want nothing to harm them. The inevitability of Levi and Jethro getting hurt is heart breaking before it even happens. A couple of weeks ago Levi was assaulted by an elderly woman. Let me explain the circumstances.