Bangkok: Sawasdee Khrap
Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
I remember my grandmother through Thanksgiving in Regina, family stories, music, ceremony, and the memories that surfaced.
I restart my 50,000-word writing challenge with more drafts, Ulysses notes, and renewed energy to find my voice.
I take a day off to recharge and feel better after spending eight hours away from work and errands.
I begin the worst part of a trip home: the dreaded early morning departure.
I leave a warm Kelowna day and arrive in snowy Regina after hours of travel.
I compare rainy Kelowna with snowy parts of Canada and decide rain is easier to take.
I write about my frustration when promises to my daughter become another disappointment.
I share how excited my daughter is for our upcoming trip to Regina.
I remember my grandmother Barbara Stange, her many names, her writing, and the connection we shared.
I start the day with a long corrective email that feels more accusatory than helpful.
I enjoy the magical first conversations with someone new and hope they keep going.
I write about introversion and the hard moment when I want connection but struggle to reach out.
I let late-night whisky loosen thoughts about parenting, baseball, creativity, theatre admin, work, and getting through hard days.