Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
November 28th marks my firstborn’s 22nd birthday, and coincidentally, the 22nd anniversary of the beginning of my perpetual exhaustion. I could technically say 22 years and 3 months because that last trimester was a real doozy, but I digress. The point is, I’m tired. So fucking tired. I would dream of a good night’s sleep, …
I’m pretty sure “age dysmorphia” isn’t an official term, but for the sake of making my point, let’s say it is and define it as follows: Age dysmorphia is when a group of women in their fifties cannot reconcile the mature reflections they see in the mirror with the immature teenagers they act like (no …
Years ago, we blogged just for the fun of it. Now, before we go any further, don’t worry, I’m already feeling that “gather round, children, and let Grandma tell you a story” vibe too. I apologize in advance. Stay with me though, as I channel Sophia Petrillo for the rest of this. Picture it, the …
A canal boat vacation in Canada has become one of my favourite summer traditions. I’ve cruised the Rideau Canal with ten of my best girlfriends, brought my parents (and the dogs), and even snuck in a romantic weekend to watch fireworks over Parliament Hill. Thanks to Le Boat, I’ve discovered a style of travel that’s …
Love can sweep us off our feet, but if we’re not careful, it can also knock us right off track. It’s easy to get caught up in the thrill of new relationships—the late nights, the extra indulgence in food, and all the reasons to toast to your happiness. But while it’s fun in the moment, …
Do you remember joy? It’s that elusive emotion that’s been in short supply these past few years but is now making, and overdue but well-deserved comeback. The thing about joy, though, is that it doesn’t just show up at your door, and it’s certainly not hiding in that endless scroll on social media. Joy requires …
This past weekend, I took my friends to Camp Fortune to zipline. I’m happy to report, we’re still friends. Last year, I started a new tradition with my girlfriends: once a year, they all make the trek to my house in Ottawa. As the host, I have three goals. One, spoil them with good food …
If you love whiskey, then a trip to Bushmills Distillery in Northern Ireland is like receiving a call from the mothership to come home. What choice do you have? You simply must go. But when you arrive and realize you’re a long way from home, and that despite your best attempts, you cannot survive on …
