It's Holy Week and I'm in a pickle. Today is Day 35. This is when my eyes bathe in happy tears and my heart explodes and I have a lot to share. This is the important stuff. (Not to imply that charcuterie and Indian food are not important- they are holy in their own right … Continue reading day 35/40: #40shoutouts40days
Dear Anne Lamott, Twenty-nine days ago I pledged to praise one extraordinary human being each day for Lent. Forty shout-outs in forty days. Miraculously, I am writing more than ever and somehow I am not losing my mind and neglecting my personal hygiene, at least not entirely. I'm out of dry shampoo but that's another … Continue reading day 28/40: #40shoutouts40days
Dearest Michaela, You, my dear. I can barely articulate a thought without welling up in tears. Yes, we haven't met yet but I feel as if a tiny piece of my heart holds you closer than several whom I know well and cherish. Vulnerability makes this possible across an ocean. Your writing, Michaela, bleeds vulnerability. … Continue reading day 27/40: #40shoutouts40days
Dearest Shelley Adams, Shelley, Shelley, Shelley. Let's be honest. You saw this coming, right? You know I am your biggest fan. It's no wonder you were voted Vancouver's Best Chiropractor year after year. You are more than a chiropractor. You're a lifesaver. We met because I foolishly decided to attempt running the seawall in shorts. … Continue reading day 25/40: #40shoutouts40days
Now that my corporate years are accounted for, I'd like to briefly thank some of my outstanding health care practitioners. These are some random categories, I know. It may get more bizarre as the end of Lent draws near. You be the judge. For tonight, let me acknowledge the saint who diagnosed my epilepsy. I … Continue reading day 24/40: #40shoutouts40days
It was a Saturday night. All was still and quiet in our home. I was wrapped in my cherry red dressing gown, ready to blowdry my hair (because I actually had a shower!) and my husband sat in the living room chipping away at his thesis. All I could hear from the comfort of our … Continue reading day 16/40: #40shoutouts40days
Dearest Bobby, I know I should address you properly as Father Robert or R.F. Capon, or at very least Mr Capon, but now that I am intimately acquainted with your work, I feel as though we are chums, you and I. I'm sure you would also want to abandon courtesies and instead call me Liss. … Continue reading day 11/40: #40shoutouts40days
