Where is YOUR place?

When I lived in Victoria, the pull to connect with nature invariably drew me to the oceanfront, where breathing in the crispness of the salty, seaweed-scented air and watching the sun come alive in scattered sparkles on the tips of the waves was refreshing, renewing. The ocean was life to me, invigorating and powerful, so vast and seemingly limitless yet, somehow, contained in and part of my own identity. The ocean was MY place. ...more

Searching For Destiny

I know a young woman. Let's call her "Jane." Jane is a bright girl, perfectly capable of holding her own in most settings. She's very well spoken and, yes, she's pretty, too.  She graduated high school three years ago and she's on a quest to find her calling in life....more

The Reluctant Mommy Blogger

It happened again a few days ago. Someone asked me what I write about.I, naturally, wanted to jump into a hole....more

Everything I Need to Know about Myself I Can Learn from a Buzzfeed Quiz

But recently, it occurred to me that all these activities are superfluous to my quest to get down at the marrow of who I am. Why give birth, suffer buyer’s remorse, and edit my memories for a blog post when I could just take a quiz that will point me into the direction of what is essentially me? Enter Buzzfeed. ...more
lauriewrites  Thank you so much, Laurie! You have very good taste, so if you were a fashion ...more

Where All Points Meet

When I was in college, there was this phenomena that sometimes occurred when the lessons from one class aligned so closely with what I was studying in another that the big picture of life and history nearly knocked me over in its grandeur. It was often during those moments when I felt encompassed by authentic learning and growth. Things were clicking....more

Becoming Invisible

When my father was just a few months younger than I am now, he tried to throw my mother a surprise party. She was turning thirty, and although she has never been the sort of person who particularly cares about that sort of thing, thirty is kind of a big deal....more

Numbed to Dead - (poetry)

NaBloPoMo December '13 - day 15...more

The End

 The frenzy of ensuring that I post every.single.day during the month of November is over just as soon as I hit publish! There is certainly some relief just making this statement. Right after relief though, I feel a sense of uncertainty....more

The Power in my Name

I am unused to be addressed by forename, except as a perfunctory greeting. Amongst officialdom I am addressed as Mrs, at home as mum, and among friends and family I'm rarely addressed by my name at all, I am instead addressed with a smile or simple hello, as a result I hear my forename said very little....more

The identity of foreignness

My parents have never known what to make of a daughter who chose to be a foreigner abroad. To them, foreign is other, not me. ...more