I had a business meeting recently and at the end my colleague asked, ‘So what’s new with you?’
I said soccer, gardening, and my love of the sun are keeping things humming along at home these days. That and a little trip with my kiddo and mom off-island for Mother’s Day.
“When is Mother’s Day again?” A slightly panicked tone sailed out his lips.
“This Sunday!” I grinned watching him squirm as only a forgetful dad can.
“Thanks friend. Seriously, thank you,” he said as he walked away.
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Conservationist and biologist Rachel Carson once said, “the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that we use it so little.”
This year I’m trying to harness my fragrance more as a way to relax and remember.
Ever since I became a mom my sense of smell has increased by about 400%. Or so it feels. I think it’s a throwback when we were meant to be a bit more Survivor and a bit less Kardashian.
As in, now that I’m responsible to protecting another human life, I can smell things from a much further distance than I’ve ever been able to. From burning lentil soup (easy) to the slight hiss of leaking propane (essential) to that fresh skin smell on after my kiddo’s bath night (bliss). Smells conjure up multi-sensory memories. Whether those fragranced memories are cozy fall hangs at my Grandmother’s while she baked pumpkin pie or wild nights in raucous nights in Puerto Escondido, with a grapefruit-y Paloma in my hand. Read more
Stationary, letter writing and note sending have been a theme throughout my life. In fact, I love to write letters and cards as well as receive them, that I made it one of my 18 for 2018. But here comes my big, fat, Canadian confession: like many goal setters, I’ve fallen behind a bit. I’ve been carrying around two letters to two friends in my day timer for about 45 days. The salutations are written, the envelopes stamped, the cards blank.
These days, sometimes a text, phone call or Instagram comment are all I can muster because, well #adultingin2018. While I’ve promised myself to send these two hardcopy letters, handwritten with oodles of love and sincerity, I’m looking for a quick way to reach out to a bunch of besties I miss a lot. Enter Paperless Post. Read more
I should’ve known I would have my ass handed to me on a platter recently by two new writer friends. This small tale comes with a dose of humility and warning: do NOT play scrabble with writers. Last month, I played scrabble for the first time in five years with two very sharp and lucky minds. I think in the end I was almost double skunked by the time my last tile placed on the board.
Besides my rusty Scrabble skills and lack of rules remembrance, I drew almost 80% vowels. So again, if you fancy yourself a mediocre Scrabble player, play with math nerds, mechanics or other slightly sleep deprived moms. Don’t play with people who pay the bills entirely by their eloquent vocabulary and journalistic skills. Save yourself the fire truck red cheeks and an hour of blushing.
But rather than wallowing in defeat, let’s focus on what I’m good at, instead: finding and sharing some of the best fun on the web to do with eating, living and traveling. Read more