After more than 30 years of not taking part in any elections, I’m finally allowed to vote. I couldn’t feel more proud.
The last (and co-incidentally, first) time I voted was in a vote of Non-Confidence, which ousted Joe Who? Clark from the Prime Ministership, paving the way for Pierre Trudeau to stage his comback. I was just 18 years old. I believe the year was 1980.
Since then, I’ve never entered a voting booth. Continue reading
What happens when you invite 100 people to your party, and over 900 show up? Sing, of course! Continue reading
Rachel here. I’m pretty sure if my mother tried to write a post right now, she might just break down. See, she’s had a rough past 48 hours, mainly because she was helping me move all my junk…er… precious possessions out of Humber residence, where I’ve just finished my third year, and into a temporary storage locker. Continue reading
Last week, we flew to Denmark to attend Lars’s farewell dinner in Copenhagen.
I’d gone there with the best of intentions. Having recently joined the FitBit generation, I was determined I wouldn’t overeat, and that I’d get tons of walking in, to off-set whatever extra calories I’d inhaled on the trip.
I didn’t even make it out of the Arrivals Hall in Copenhagen. Continue reading
Ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strain. Thanks, David Bowie, for putting it so well.
Like you, we’re also facing the strain of a few changes this summer.
Lars and I will begin our summer in one home, and end up in another, in a different country and continent. Continue reading