October 17, 2013
My husband fell in love. She is a fourty somethin’ years old beauty with soft curves and a strong build. She had some “work” done and it looks good on her. Her golden accessories shine against her satiny skin, glistening in the sun. She is an athletic type, loves the water and cuts through the gentle waves with style and grace, her tall white sails blowing in the wind. Her name is Isa Lei and... View Article
July 23, 2013
My friend Anne is one of a kind. Ageless, stylish and with sense of fun like no one else I know. I first met her when she came to one of my cooking classes a long time ago, before I switched careers and became a lawyer (she still has the lentil soup recipe from that class). We quickly became friends and that friendship has endured and deepened over the years and now I think of... View Article
June 25, 2013
June 2013 I have decided to move forward. The last eight months have been a blur of emotions, confusion and disbelief. I have never felt more lost, disoriented and out of control. Out of this chaos though came the realization that I have to move forward, create a new life for myself and my family, regain control. I must adapt to the new reality. Coming to this realization took a long time and a lot... View Article
November 12, 2012
November 2012 More than a month passed since the tragic event that destroyed our home and possessions. I learned a lot during this time. I learned that although I am strong there are limits to what I can bear by myself. I truly needed my family and friends to get me through the heartache brought by this event. I always thought of myself as independent and self sufficient, a person who can get through anything... View Article
October 14, 2012
Life can turn on a dime. On Wednesday, October 10, 2012, the unthinkable happened. My beautiful, beloved home in the country we named “Trail’s End” went up in flames and burnt down to the ground, leaving nothing but memories behind. I stood helplessly outside watching a lifetime of personal history vanish in front of my eyes. I cannot find the words to describe the feeling of despair. Gone are the children’s memorabilia, the little shoes,... View Article
May 27, 2012
I love coming home from vacation. We live in the country, in a home we named Trail’s End. It’s an artistic house, nestled in the trees at the end of a long trail winding through the poplar forest and ending at the front door of our house (hence the double entendre name). We have lived here a long time and my identity is woven into and has become part of this house. Trail’s End is... View Article
May 18, 2012
Packing for a trip is an art form. I remember when the kids were little and we drove for a summer vacation in Kelowna they used to pack EVERYTHING to take along. Their pillows, blankets, books, toys, crayons, “stuff”. We could practically recreate their rooms at the Manteo villas when we arrived. Almost like they wanted to take their home along with them. I have to laugh now because I can see that the apple... View Article
