This is a scheduled blog post. I’m supposed to be out this weekend, exploring the Purcell mountains and the Okanagan with my family, so if a bear hasn’t eaten me or something yet, I should have turned 30 by now. 30 is a crazy number for me. I dealt with a lot of depression in …
My happy-go-lucky, adventurous spirit is a facade. Not even seven years ago, I was this ball of anxiety and fear. There was so much I wanted to do, but also so much holding me back from really even trying to go for them. Going to the great outdoors, for example, frightened the heck out of …
I love exploring. I’m not picky on what, either; when my husband and I were kids, we explored the alleys and streets in East Vancouver, taking a different route home each time. Sometimes we would pick a random place to go to and walk there. And of course, we did a lot of hiking in …
By Western standards, the house in which I spent most of my childhood in would be considered appalling. Situated in a squatter’s settlement in the midst of the sprawling city, it wasn’t much bigger than the combined closets of some households. For so many years, we didn’t have running water; we had to get water …
We’re doing a bit of a home reno right now. New fridge, kitchen, the works. So right now, we’re the very definition of poor. Not that we haven’t been, before. It’s aces of fun. (And no, this is not a plea for you to buy my book. That would be silly of me; I assume …
