…which makes our frequent…infrequent…almost-never entries here just fine. Me? I’ve been in a circular time warp bouncing from work thing to work thing to work thing since February. (Yes, you…
Go ahead. Try to say it! You say you don’t speak Swedish? Neither do I but I am in love with this word, especially this month for I’ve decreed it…
…the long-awaited, heavily-anticipated Journal Your Christmas 2017, Graybeal style. And, there it went…this year the album seemed all over the place. Feels connected to the embellishments somehow. I have realized…
It feels like weddings are all around me at the moment. From various planning stages to actual events, they pull me to a place of great joy and excitement. Our…
I didn’t grow up celebrating Canada Day or Independence Day. The historical significance wasn’t drilled into me in history class. In the Bahamas we celebrated Independence Day when I was…
My dad was born in 1925 and his birthday was on Monday—he would have been 92. He grew up in Hamilton, Ontario; fought in WWII for the RCAF; he was…
…some mental dust, that is. Talking (incessantly?) about the current demands on my time doesn’t really capture what that means brain-wise. Those close know. It’s a balance of day-to-day, on-fire…
T’is the beginning, the season of the most wonderful time of the year: lights decorate our houses, trees, mantels. Reindeer antlers and red noses decorate our cars and sometimes, some…
Still floating from a week of rest with + focus on The Family. Thank goodness I only have 2 days at work before the weekend. Wish you were there… Swallow…
