Flying into the unknown

Flying

“And then what?” Martha asked eagerly over her plate of tacos de cochinita pibil, a marinated pork unique to the Yucatan. “Honestly,” I answered, taking a sip of chilled hibiscus tea, “We have absolutely no idea what is going to happen.” Her face erupted into a huge grin. “Fabulous!” she said, throwing down her napkin on the table then scanning my face with excited eyes. “You’re right, you know, and it took me a lot longer to realize that!” I … Keep reading…

Everything and Nothing to say

haters gonna hate

Okay, I’ll just start. I’ve felt change brewing, internally and externally, with a million ideas forming in my mind every day and not enough hours in the day to bring them to fruition. Some fall away, of course, others are put on a slow burn, and some die. It is the way of ideas and I’m kinda used to it, but it’s left me without the words to write about where I’m at. Because, quite truthfully, I’m everywhere. I’m writing … Keep reading…

Sliding Doors and Second Chances

Sliding doors

When one door closes, another opens, at least that’s what they say. I think doors are opening and closing around us all the time and only intuition and experience decides which one we go through. Sliding Doors was one of my favourite movies and not just because I was in love with Gwyneth Paltrow’s cropped haircut (I got one just like it). I loved the idea of multiple fates being shaped by seemingly innocuous actions and that in one moment, … Keep reading…

Sweet things are made of this:

sweet things thumb

Sweet things are made of this: more sweet things. It’s true. I’m in the grips of a sugar and bread-product withdrawal so severe, I’m reminded of my early days in recovery. A re-cap of the exciting events of our lives: we laid off the sugar and other carbs for three weeks before Christmas. Tyrhone wanted to lose weight (he did), and I wanted to lose my sugar-induced mood swings (the highs! the lows! living with me was like being on … Keep reading…