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.
A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
I hope that when I wake up, I can still do the thing I thought I would do tonight.
I write about overthinking, perfectionism, margin, work, and why this space went quiet despite all the ideas in my head.
I overhear pool-deck complaints about cold water and rethink how spoiled Kylie is with one pool.
I flip chicken fingers and wonder what my ancestors ate when they lacked motivation to cook.
I start Sunday with a new favourite coffee blend from 49th Parallel.
I write about feeling drained by people demanding answers, doubts, and nitpicking before I have room to think.
I start Monday with a 5:30 AM fire alarm and Kylie not going back to bed.
I wonder why Kylie struggles to wake up for school but gets up early on weekends.
I wake up with allergies, have a hard day, and try to remember tomorrow can still get better.
I install Moment to track screen time and feel both anxious and curious about what it will show me.
I share my daughter's theory about why birds keep targeting my mom's white car.
I compare the bags under my eyes to eye black after a tiring week and look forward to a quieter weekend.
I realize Kylie found my blog by searching for herself and is quietly reading the birthday posts I wrote about her.
I remind myself on an up-and-down day that I am still here and need to keep pressing forward.
I share my daughter's quick solution for a shirt that is too small: crop top it.