Girl in a Boy House

Saturday marked exactly three years since I packed up Rex and the Subaru, said goodbye to my beloved, cosy bungalow and life in Calgary, and drove eight hours to our new home in Kelowna; the guys and the moving van followed a few days later. It feels like an actual lifetime ago. It WAS a lifetime ago. I can remember, albeit fuzzily, the absolute overwhelm that came from such ...

What We Have Here Is A Failure To Communicate

A while ago, my husband’s friend went to see Guns and Roses in concert in Vancouver, which is at least a four hour drive from here, meaning that this was not just an evening out. It was a commitment. Concert tickets these days are not what they once were, and accommodations in Vancouver are also pricey, ...

As much as I love my own clothing, I also love admiring other people’s outfits and sartorial choices. Seeing a young teen in the height of summer wearing black tights, boots, and ripped...

Happy Canada Day, friends! I am celebrating by blocking off the afternoon to do nothing but read a book by a Canadian author, and will wear one of the three pieces of red clothing that I own. I am currently wearing an ancient red Tri-Y top, but it will be very sweaty before long.

Speaking of reading, I wanted to share my reading – and NOT reading – list from my rece...

Other than my new identity as a war history buff, shown by my love for