Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….
Category: Life
Pause. Breathe. Resume.
This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…
When the whales come….
Here in Newfoundland, it isn’t Easter that promises Spring and its joyously heralded successor, Summer. No, in Newfoundland, when April and May arrive, we recognise with a certain pragmatism, that this is only the beginning of the beginning of waiting for Spring and possibly Summer. Spring is a fickle creature here. It comes and goes,…
All’s Well…
… that ends well. A fitting way to describe yesterday as the body of it held the elements of both comedy and tragedy* and the ending was beautiful, yet marred slightly by bugs. Although Helena had a husband, not bugs. I had both, but I suspect my husband was more honestly come by. Katherine was…
A swiftly flowing current
I keep saying that I’d like for life to slow down just a hair, but the reality is that I’m the reason that my life doesn’t have many lulls. As I’ve said before, I am the Queen of Mistaking a Level Playing Field for Room to Add Something Else. I’ve been holding that title for…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 