Life

From Muskoka to Ottawa!

Back in 2007, as a ripe young graduate fresh from her first university degree, I worked as a Recreation Manager at Rocky Crest Resort in Muskoka, Ontario (a.k.a. cottage country). That was also the year I gave birth to the kidney stone that ate Tokyo, but that’s another story for another time. My duties at the resort included running all resort activities, hiring and training the summer recreation staff, supervising a daily kids’ camp, designing and implementing team-building events for corporate groups, and taking guests on tours of the lake in our pontoon boat. Needless to say, I was a very busy girl. But it was a pretty cool gig, I must admit. I mean, check this place out!

Snippets

Weekend Writing Warriors #1!

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Hey, hi, hello! Welcome to my new blog, fellow Warriors! Since this is a fresh start for me, I’ll be kicking things off with some snippets from my newest story, Steeped in Love. It’s currently in the hands of several publishers and will hopefully find a home soon! I’ll share the blurb after the excerpt, which starts now!

Entertainment

Top Five!

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Hello, all you beautiful people! Thanks again for joining me this week! I’m writing this post Sunday night – the one that’s already happened, not the one in the future. I’m not THAT talented. Why so early, you ask? Because tomorrow, Monday (the day that happened two days ago for you), I’m headed to a cottage for a few days with a couple of my teacher pals. We’re going completely off the grid, baby! No cell service, no internet. Just three girls, a ton of food, a ton and a half of gossip, and glorious, glorious nature. Oh, the fun we’ll have!

First post

New blog partay!

Well, hello there, my friends! Come on in, relax, get comfy, grab a drink and a snack! Welcome to my new blog! Don’t you love it? I seriously can’t stop staring at the adorable couple kissing on the bike, yet I can’t help but wonder how uncomfortable that girl must be sitting on the handlebar. I mean, bike seats aren’t even comfortable. Imagine a metal bar jammed against your posterior. Yes, I’ve probably thought about this too much.