All of a sudden, there is this a sense of excitement. Is it settling into our new home, knowing we don't have to move again for at least another 18 months? Could it be the excitement around welcoming my little niece into this world and the joy of planning a visit to my family far away? Or is the excitement to meet up and get to know our new friends a little more? As much as I am thrilled about the above, the reason for the excitement is much closer to home. It's this blog. The satisfaction of...
3 months ago • 1 min read
My mother can speak to anyone, anywhere at any time. My siblings and I would squirm awkwardly whenever my mum would decide that she had to ask a total stranger a very random question. It did not matter where we were, the grocery store, the line at the bank or outside our school. Within a few minutes we would know intimate details about the other person - Where they lived? How many kids they had? Where they went to church? Oh, and they had an invite to dinner at our house on Thursday at 7pm...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Closing the chapter on a decade seemed so daunting. I wrote the post below when I turned 30. With just a few updates, revisiting this post, reminds me of how most things are true, not matter how much time has past. I’ve was dreading the day for months. Then I stopped and decided to change my thinking. Instead looking back I wanted to rather share 30 things I’m was (and still am) grateful for: My children who inspire me daily to be a better version of me👩👧👦 A month after turning 30, I met a...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Love is not meant to hurt. When you say I do, it's forever. Ask any 19 year old, and that's their full understanding of true love. Well, that was true for me, anyway. At 19, I said "I do", with every expectation that we would drive off into the sunset and live "happily ever after". I had fallen in love with a dream, one that would not last. Little did I know that I was in for a world of pain. At 19 I was married. At 24, the marriage was over, I was separated with 2 kids and no cooking clue...
3 months ago • 3 min read
I have, what many call, a 'Resting Bitch Face'. Yes, I often come across a lot meaner than I think I am. I am also quite curious, so easily get distracted. Combining "Mean Looking" with "Lack of Attention", does not leave a great impression. I didn't care much about, I mean, why would I change my face? Or focus my attention on just one thing? Then I gained some knowledge from reading Michelle Obama's "Becoming". Apparently posture, facial expressions, hand movements and listening actually...
3 months ago • 1 min read
The idea of luck is absurd. What does being lucky or finding luck actually mean? The idea that, being in the right place at the right time, is so foreign to me, I've paid little attention to it. Recently, waking up early has been tough. Getting out of bed before 6 is a big win. Yet, I decided to be a bit more hopeful and about a week ago set my alarm for 5am. This morning was unusual. I sprang out of bed with a little more energy than usual. A decent night sleep, reminding myself that I could...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Some people are very active, they can pick up activities like I eat my mums curry, easy peasy (it is that good). Others understand food, fashion, business, so well, you can tell, it's in their DNA. I can get angry. I am so familiar with it, that almost everyone who has met me experienced it to some level. It is so closely linked to my character that I struggle daily to separate myself from it. I hate it. I hate seeing the world through my angry eyes. I despise thinking of things in my angry...
3 months ago • 1 min read
My brother is having a baby. My brother is having a baby. My brother is having a baby. Maybe if I repeat it a few times, my brain will accept this new reality. My little crazy, loveable, funny, annoying, wonderful, baby brother is growing up. He is going to be a dad. I mean, I have kids, my sister has kids, just didn't think that my little baby brother would grow up, get married and have a kid. He will be great at it. Watching him strive to be better than the example he had growing up, is...
3 months ago • 1 min read
I was an incredibly fussy eater growing up. I hated eating onions, tomatoes, or anything "gross looking" (which was highly subjective)! I mean cooked tomatoes or invisible onions were fine, but why would you have these massive chunks in food, raw veggies in burgers made no sense to me. My mom was consistently catering to my needs. With her limited resources, she did an amazing job of it. 30+ years later, I love all sorts of flavours. Red onion being one of my favourite ingredients in almost...
3 months ago • 1 min read