The summer has passed without a wee blog post or two from me. I have a good excuse.

It was one of those periods in life where you suffer, you grow, you pull your hair out, you cry, you pretend you’re a stand-up comic to get through moments, you rise to the challenges, you defend, you protect, you want to kill, you pack, you lug, you accept angelic help, you write (journal), you question, you are a hero, you are blamed, you are loved, you create, you be-friend, you pretend, you don’t sleep much, and….. somehow, you survive.

Now that I’m back in our humble abode, in Vancouver… Continue reading “Jam… As My Therapy… yes, Jam…” →