Bullying is abuse, regardless of age. Let’s all do our part and stop this senseless cycle of abuse. Children and teens should have the right to feel secure and loved as they begin their journey to discover who they are, whoever that may be. Thanks for this, Ellen. I heart you. xo

I’ve always been a a voracious reader. It makes me laugh to see old family videos where in the midst of family playroom chaos, I am sitting on the floor with a pile of books, absolutely oblivious to the fact that my brothers are yelling and throwing things around me. I don’t just read books, I get lost in them. For example, I just finished reading Wally Lamb’s The Hour I First Believed. I could not put it down. It was the kind of book that made me want to whip it out to read a few paragraphs between classes, wish my lunch break were longer and keep me up…

I’ve spent the last week or so trying to be a little more “unplugged” than I usually am. Sometimes I feel like I am so connected to my computer that I forget that there is a great big world away from it.  So, I’ve been making conscious decisions to reduce my time spent at my desk and to be more active. Considering that I am once again completely addicted to the Alias series this has been no easy task, but here’s where I’ve been for the last 10 days or so: Running —  I’ve been trying to run 4 –  5 times per week since the beginning of August. Last…

Five years ago right now (at 9am) my hair was done, my make-up was on, and breakfast was all but forgotten. I climbed into a car with my sister, her boyfriend (now husband) and my maid of honour and began the seventy-five minute drive to where I’d be getting married at 12pm. I wish I remembered more of what we talked about in the car… I remember Peeah and Telly talking non-stop  and singing loudly to the radio, I think in an effort to calm my nerves, which I assume they assumed I had. I don’t remember feeling nervous. I’m sure I was at some point–it is a life-altering moment–but…

My parents have a very small, very cute cat named Lily. She loves to get into everything and follows Big Dad everywhere. Seriously. When he is not home she drags an old piece of rope around and wails for him until he comes through the door. Until Princess Pea was born last year that cat was his grandchild. Once when I was messaging Spart on the computer I accidentally typed “the vat” instead of “the cat” and it totally stuck. It just suits her, she is a vat. My dad got her the summer before I got married which was also the last summer I spent living at home. At…