A Pen is Mightier Than a Sword

Four years ago, I decided that while I was great and perfectly sufficient as the focal point of my own existence, I needed something more. I needed to have a footprint bigger than the one I had at the time, to make an impact or contribute to an effort that was bigger than my journey, to be awakened by something more than just my daily 7 am alarm.

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Quebec City

Old Quebec City is like no other place in Canada. It seems like a place out of an old book. Or a town transported from Europe. On a mini vacation two years ago, I discovered the beauty of this French city, the marvels of its cuisine, and the absolutely lovely people.

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Preparations

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Bleeding Lights

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Old World Charm

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Green with Envy

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Flags of the Free Land

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Fairmont

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Red and Blue

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A Burst of Light

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Raining Lanterns

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People in a Painting

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Houses of a Bygone Era

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Streets of the City

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Yellow Door, Yellow Door

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Optical Illusion

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Rainbow Above the Snow

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Deserted Train Station

 

The Horsepower of a Dad

For this Father’s day, to get the story straight from the horse’s mouth, I asked the spouse how becoming a father had changed his identity, his personality, his view of the world. How has fatherhood changed his purpose in life?

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Meh.”

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The Little Shadows That Walk With Us

As far as the parenting world is concerned, the only struggle greater than that of raising a child is to lose one. It’s a struggle of loss, of grief, of identity, of recovery, of hope.

And it is one that is often kept silent. It’s a topic seldom openly discussed, and consequently one that most people are inept at dealing with. Here, I wish to do my part to normalize this conversation, to show the inside workings of the mind of a parent who loses a child and how they manage to keep on going. Continue reading

For the Love of Writing

So confession time: I am a serial watcher of behind-the-scenes videos, bloopers, interviews, Wikipedia entries and essentially anything that gives me the assembly line scoop of a movie/show I fall in love with. My husband mocks me about this relentlessly. Because if fall in love with something, chances are, I am going to know its third most important actor’s first pet’s name. Continue reading

Roma, Italia

It was inevitable. It was fate. No matter where I was and where I was going, one day I was going to end up in Rome. Because as they say, ‘All roads lead to Rome’, right?

Have you ever missed a place without having actually been there? That’s how I felt about Rome my entire life. I have missed it as if in another lifetime, I had lived there for a lifetime. So you can imagine my exhilaration and anticipation leading up to that flight. Continue reading

We Are Raising a She-Hulk

Before my daughter was born and we didn’t know her gender, we used to refer to her as “it”. After she was born, the pronoun stuck and we began calling her “it” when we wanted to imply that she was acting like a beastly creature.

When she was down for a nap in her room, my husband would stick the baby monitor in my face and say, “It’s awake”.

When she would pee on me: “It hates you”.

When she would throw a tantrum: “It’s losing its shit”. Continue reading