Am I restless?

At least three people have told me that I’m “restless” over the last couple of months.

At first I was kind of offended… not I’m starting to think they must be on to something.

Am I restless because I… Continue reading

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Ten30: A weightless experience (on earth)

Image from Le BATH ROOM

Can you float on water? I mean really float – not with your bum sinking to the bottom while you struggle to keep your head in a position so that you can breathe?  Well… I really floated for the first time this week.

When I first announced that I was going to do something new every month until I turn 30, one of the girls that I shared my Kilimanjaro experience with  recommended that I try the “bain flottant” (floating bath) at Montreal’s Le Bath Room. Thank you Stephanie… it was definitely an experience I’ll remember. Continue reading

Andrea M: A blast from the past

While cleaning out my bedside table, which included a box of “memories” collected over the years, I found a poem written for me (and about me) by a childhood friend, Denise Watt. Denise and I grew up going to the same church, having sleepovers and talking about everything… faith, boys, our dreams… She was also the one who showed me how to pluck my eyebrows (ouch!).  Eventually, we grew up and went our separate ways, each changing and growing more into the women (and wives and mothers) that we are today. But when I stumbled upon this poem, it took me back to “18”… and made me smile.  Thank you for your beautiful and kind words Denise. Continue reading

Barbie won’t last long here…

Warning: The following may contain graphic or offensive content. lol.

This past Christmas we bought the girls a common gift, a doll house that we imagined they would play with for years to come. We asked relatives to jump in and buy presents to match so the girls also each got their first Barbie dolls. One with warm brown hair for L, and one with strawberry blond hair for M.  They even got a Barbie horse and fridge and a few changes of clothes. Continue reading

Ten30 – Locks of Love

At the beginning of February, I looked like this… long chocolate-brown hair. Sometimes it was like this, sometimes it was curly. But most of the time it was pulled back into a messy bun or pony tail.

I decided several months ago that after climbing Mt-Kilimanjaro, I was going to chop off my hair and donate my pony tail to Locks of Love, a public non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children (under age 21) in the United States and Canada suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis.  Continue reading

Time to smell the roses

Making a conscious effort to focus on (remember) the positive…

The subject of this post has been playing around in my mind for a few weeks now. Today in particular, after spending most of my day with my sick two-year old, and after a particularly stress filled week at work, it’s a subject that is close to my heart – and a concept that I need to put into practice. now.

Two-months ago I was still in the middle of my trek to the summit of Kilimanjaro. The high that I felt in completing that feat – and the fundraising project that lead me to Africa – stayed with me for several weeks after my return to “regular” life. 

Now that the stress of work and the everyday has caught back up with me, I’m trying to find a way to grab hold of the positive energy, the confidence and the overall “good” feeling and perspective that I had in January. Continue reading

An “all-included” Spring Break with Toddlers

The good, the bad… and the lessons learned…

This has been a particularly good winter for me. A particularly fortunate one. I have no doubt that this is in large part (if not completely) due to the fact that I’ve now missed 3 weeks of the Montreal winter weather, first with my trip to Kilimanjaro and more recently by spending March Break in Varadero, Cuba. I have no illusions – I know that this is not the norm and I count myself very very blessed. You can read a very brief recap about my Kilimanjaro experience here… and the following are my thoughts on my week in the sun – with my man and my babies. Continue reading