My Grandmother’s Dressing

My grandma is awesome. And she's a great cook. Her dressing has made it into Canadian Living magazine and I've been lucky enough to have it at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner for most of my…

Spending Time with Family Over the Holidays

Something that is tough living so far away from home (roughly 4,500 km actually) is that I don't really get home much and usually have to make a decision between going home in the summer…

Doing Good for Others aka Volunteering

To be or not to be...that is the question. When it comes to volunteering and helping others, it most certainly is. I strongly believe that there are 2 types of people who volunteer - those…

Beginning of the End…In a Good Way

On Tuesday school starts again at the U of C. I’m back in 4 classes each semester and will finally be getting my degree after having started almost 10 years ago. It’s been an interesting…

Home to the Maritimes

I’m flying home to visit my family tomorrow night. I haven’t seen them all in 2.5 years. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long and it makes me sad. I’ve put so many other…

Family Cottage – Linkletter Beach, PEI

Everyone has favourite place which they like to be. Could be Elbow Falls in Calgary. Or  a beach in Hawaii. Or a hill that looks over the city. Point is, people have a spot they…

25 Facts About Me (extended edition)

1. I have many passions but for the past 8 years, it’s been ultimate Frisbee. I frequently dream about playing ultimate. Whenever I see a green field, I think "Wow, that would be a great…

Christmas Day – Memories and Reflections

very Christmas Eve, I am brought back to being home and being so excited for Christmas. Growing up my family was never rich, but my parents always seemed to get me something that I really…

John Thomas MacLeod. My grandfather.

This is a notice that was posted in the newspaper when my grandfather, John Thomas MacLeod’s plane was shot down during the 2nd World War: Could you imagine being a parent in the 1930’s with…

Heart…or Head?

I find it interesting that when we follow our heart it can tend to contradict what our head is saying; and vice versa. How do we truly know what is right? I like to think…