Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Tell me if this sounds like a familiar scene at your house: Yelling, “WHERE’S MY PHONE?” at least once per day. Spending five minutes of your life you’ll never get back untangling power cords. Searching every dusty corner and under couch cushions for the right charger for your phone. Damn you, manufacturers. Vowing …
We all have that friend, don’t we? That one friend who is a daredevil, a thrill-seeker. She’s the one who eagerly signs up to skydive, who ice-climbs in the winter, and goes bouldering in the summer. She cajoles you into taking belly dance lessons and pressures you to come hang-gliding with her. She’s the only …
Oops! I did it again. I’ve eaten my weight in shortbread cookies and blew the budget on Christmas shopping; which means this January, I am literally and figuratively tightening my belt – that is if I can find my belt underneath my new holiday padding. Getting healthy in January doesn’t have to cost a fortune, …
You probably landed here by googling something like “Is the Mont Tremblant snowshoe and fondue hard?” or “Will I plummet to my death off the side of a mountain in the dark on my quest for cheese?”. I’m happy to say the answer to both of these questions is no. When I first committed my family of four …
2016 did not feel like a great year, let’s be honest. It felt like the hits just kept coming, and Facebook was littered with epithets against 2016, asking how much more we were expected to take. As it turned out, a lot. Leonard Cohen, Prince, David Bowie, Muhammad Ali, to name just a few of …
At the intersection of inspiration and exhaustion lies the belief that all things are possible, where we forget our own limitations. I saw a beautiful, do-it-yourself Christmas decoration several weeks ago on Sweet Cabane‘s Instagram feed and forgot for a moment that I enjoy DIY and crafty things only in theory and in other people’s Instagram feeds, because …
Candlelight flickered and cast a warm glow inside the old, log house. Dinner was finished hours ago and the remnants were packed away for another day. The children were scrubbed clean, cozy in their pyjamas, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of St. Nick. A candle burnt low, sputtered, and went out. “Maman, you have to find …
When I was a teenager, I faced a very difficult decision: to stay with the pimply, immature, (cheating) teen-aged boy and raise the family that we had accidentally started, or stop that in its tracks and move on with my life. Thankfully, I chose the latter and never looked back. I have no regrets about …
