Usually I like that I’m a solopreneur who works from home. The commute is great. I don’t need to put on eyeliner–unless I want to–and my co-workers are rarely annoying. But this time of year I miss being in an office. I miss the afternoon run for holiday coffees. I miss seeing what gifts my coworkers are ordering online. Mostly I miss the annual holiday lunch. Continue Reading
This is the first year my fiancé and I are in a shared home for the holidays. We were prepared for all the usual holiday issues blended families face: children not getting along, coordinating holiday dates with the ex, etc. What I didn’t anticipate was sharing the décor. Continue Reading
Welcome to the inaugural meeting of the 1010 Park Place book club. We will be discussing some fabulous books that remind us to Make Life Count. Our first pick is Holly Robinson’s Folly Cove, a novel about three very different sisters and their formidable mother as they each face a season of change.
I was able to catch up with the author and ask her some questions about this beautiful book. Continue Reading
I’m a person who values the idea of having a margin. I like to have money in the bank, free time in my calendar and energy to deal with life’s crises. As someone still in healing mode, after an abusive dating relationship left me with PTSD, it just takes a tiny thing to break me some days.
I don’t have the bandwidth to be late for an appointment or to run out of gas.
Right now we’re in a season of busy and although it’s a good busy, the margins are thinner than I’d like. On Halloween, this proved to be traumatic. Continue Reading
As some of you know, I’m getting married this year. Second time’s the charm.
It’s odd getting married at this stage of life. You feel a little old to be the blushing bride and yet want to do something celebratory. Initially we planned a destination wedding in the islands. That worked until I talked with the resort’s wedding planner about the details of the ceremony. She informed me I’d have to make my way to the wedding gazebo on my own, past three different pools. I had visions of some sweaty guy in a banana hammock, juggling eight Piña Coladas, crashing into me on my way to the altar. In a panic, I cancelled it all and booked the local church.
Now that we’re having a more traditional wedding, we need traditional wedding things like a wedding dress and a DJ. Easier said than done. Continue Reading
Monday was a banner day. After waiting at a walk-in clinic to learn I can’t hear out of my right ear because “sometimes ears just get that way,” I went to the eye doctor where I learned my eyes are failing rapidly. I’ve worn contact lenses my entire life and apparently that’s not good. Plus, I stare at a screen all day, either writing on my laptop or reading on my Kindle. Even though I’ve dialed up the fonts as large as they’ll go, it’s still a strain on my eyes.
So I’m in glasses while my eyes heal. At night, I wear ointment. Ointment! That’s a sexy word. Continue Reading
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I’m excited to announce that we’re kicking off the 1010 Park Place Book Club next month!
For this book club, I want to focus on books that provoke thoughts about what it means to Make Life Count.
In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving in mid-October. Except for the date, it’s like Thanksgiving in the US. There’s turkey, stuffing, and lots of pumpkin pie. We zhush the décor, iron the best tablecloth, and polish the silver because company’s coming. Continue Reading
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When the Mr. and I were looking for a house to accommodate our blending families, I wanted there to be a gas stove. My last house had an electric one and I said, never again.
Of course when one is looking for a home in a leafy suburb that will accommodate five kids and three pets within a certain budget in a housing boom, one doesn’t always get everything one’s heart desires. So we ended up with a staircase to rival Alexis Carrington’s, a dated dark wood kitchen with Baltic brown counters, and an electric stove. Continue Reading
Last weekend a friend and I went to a convent. No, we did not sign up to be Sisters. In spite of the occasional appeal of a place without children or men, I fear the vows of chastity and poverty might prove problematic.
We went for a one-day quiet retreat. The start of the school year is always overwhelming, and I thought it would be nice to have a day to meditate and journal. Continue Reading
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