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When I first got my driver's lisence, I immediately began developing habits that I still hold to this day. I would pop in Taylor Swift's latest album into my CD player and go for long drives in the rolling hills of Canada or stop by my local Provincial park with my bicycle in tow, cycling through the park before stopping by the beach to take a dip in the waves. I'd cross-country ski or hike and walk in the nature preserves or stop by cute little cafes and second-hand stores.

One of my earliest memories as a child is one I prefer to forget. I was about three or four years old, counting down the hours at a babysitter's home, keeping myself occupied with a set of zoo animal toys. The babysitter and her husband were fellow church members. They had six children, a girl my age preceded by five sons, all older and equally terrifying to me. It was a dog-eat-dog kind of family; a living Lord of the Flies. Just a hoard of boys unleashed upon the world full

Hello Dearest Reader, That is, if there is such a reader to be found in such a place as this withering blog in the year of our Lord, 2026. Though, part of me has faith that there will be someone out there reading these words-- that I won't be writing into a void and there is indeed a kind soul stopping by the port of my mind, willing to lend a listening ear. And if that is you, which I suppose it is, I must extend an appreciative "thank you" for choosing to wander into this f

Hey girls! I'd like to get my blog back up and running, so to ease into things, let's start with a listicle. As a homemaker, I often find...