Adrift

He was my home. I just want to go home.

S.O.S.

I'm stuck like a bug in your hair. When you comb me out, will you know that I was even there at all?

Fall

If you love someone, set them free.

Fully Booked

Just cracked open The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. Good-bye world for the next 12 hours or so.

A Girl's Gotta Eat

My new brunch obsession: the organic quinoa waffles at AKA Wine Bar on Edmonton Trail. Buttery-tasting, crispy-chewy without being cakey. They come smothered in berry butter with real maple syrup on the side and a couple strips of really nice smokey bacon. The coffee there is terrific as well. Yummy.

California Dreaming: Part 3

A series of shots from a California road trip my dad took in the late 1960s.

Hockey Girl Part I

I've always been a hockey fan but this year I'm particularly captivated by the Stanley Cup playoffs. It seems like every game is scrappy, gritty, balls to the wall exciting. The underdogs keep winning. Plus, there are an abundance of great playoff beards and I love me a good playoff beard.
The one thing that, while fascinating, has been a bit of an onion in the ointment this year is the post-game rioting that's been going down in Montreal. I have a theory about the whole thing and it involves that "Ole Ole Ole Ole" cheer that the Montreal faithful break into whenever things go their way. Now, this is a fine way to support the team, but it's a Euro soccer cheer. So my theory is that because Canadiens fans cheer like Euro soccer (sorry futbol) fans, they're more prone to soccer hooliganism. 
Just saying.