Autumn in my Kitchen

I love fall. Fall means comfort food, warmth from fireplaces brought back into use and a season of goodwill just around the corner.  Fall meant time to enjoy all nature had to offer us in swaths of colour and bounty from gardens.  It meant crisp mornings and sunny afternoons gazing at still-green lawns covered in golden leaves. Fresh pots of coffee brewed.  Steam would escape from a large pot on the stove, while soup...

One Word

The chair back digs under my arm as I squirm, ever so slightly.  I sit at one of the closing discussions at the Blissdom Canada social media conference, surrounded by others, and am asked to think of a word that defines who I am, what I do.  I am stymied.  I stall and think while others toss out answers.  Have I married who I am and what I do enough to find one word to encompass it all?  I am unsure.  But there are so...

Feel the Bliss

The time has come to yet again, place my trust in the powers that be, pack my suitcase, hop aboard a plane and immerse myself in people I barely know, if at all. I mean, that’s how it comes across to most anyone I try to explain it to, anyway.  The rest of the story goes like this:  I’m on my way to the Blissdom Canada conference in Toronto and for the next three days I will be surrounded by some really amazing people,...

And now we are six…

My boy. Six years old and the sun still shines on him a little brighter than anywhere else. Kissing my son goodnight on his birthday is always bittersweet. I love him so much and am so proud of the tall, handsome creature in front of me. But he was my first, and the taller he grows the harder it is for my memory to reach back to his sweet baby days. He reads so well. Last year, I could feel that it hadn’t clicked for him...

Story Time

Evening arrives.  My husband and five year old son are walking hand in hand up the stairs. “Tell me a story about Gormagon.” my boy asks.  There is the barest of pauses. “Well, when we last talked about Gormagon, he had just won the battle against the Chinese emperor, right?” “Right.” And off to bed they go, already lost in the story; my husband, the storyteller, and my five year old.  That’s what you get...