I have in my hands a letter from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. It’s addressed to London, Ontario and postmarked on July 16, 1965. The stamp in the left hand corner is…
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Yesterday was a special day. “Happy Anniversary!” my friend texted me. The anniversary I was celebrating wasn’t your typical one. It wasn’t a romantic one, a sober one, or even a friendship…
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As I write this, I’m sitting at my grandmother’s old desk, surrounded by family photos and an assortment of colorful sticky notes with handwritten quotes on them, birthday cards, vintage cut-outs of…
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I have a secret. One I’m really excited and nervous about. A handful of people already know, but I think I’m ready to share it with you, too. So…here it is. Two weeks…
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I have a bad case of the February feels. It happens every year, around this time. The mid-winter slump hits full force and shakes me up, knocks me around a bit and offers…
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It’s a New Year again. I don’t know about you, but for me, 2016 began with a BANG. A loud bang, a clear bang, a startling and relieving bang. If November and December…