Wandering through sketchbooks, maps, neurodiversity, and the parts of the world that actually make sense to me.
Today is 120 days of not smoking cigarettes. Yay me! I started smoking when I was around 15 years old, quit many times, and restarted even more times. I originally quit the day I found out I was pregnant with my first child and didn’t start again until well after having my second (and last)
Today is 120 days of not smoking cigarettes. Yay me! I started smoking when I was around 15 years old, quit many times, and restarted even more times. I originally quit the day I found out I was pregnant with my first child and didn’t start again until well after
I had a free call last year to learn about getting dual citizenship. I began gathering the documents, hit a giant brick wall, and gave up. I was okay with pausing the process at the time. I accepted that I had enough family tree stuff to work on and that
Edmonton, Canada was most definitely not on a bucket list or any list of mine. My youngest child wanted to go there to visit his girlfriend . . . in March. It didn’t sound fun to me. It sounded cold, very cold. I spent some time online learning about Edmonton
The other day when I was leaving a parking lot there was a mallard duck just sitting in the lane I needed to go in. It seemed odd that this duck was just sitting there with no other ducks around. This is not a spot where ducks usually just stand.