I was six when I received my first journal. It was deep red and came with a brass key and lock. I had every Barbie and doll a girl that age could ever want, and yet, my diary fascinated me. As I began to practice my penmanship, filling pages and pages with childhood stories and feelings, my life took shape through the words I wrote. One full journal lead to another, which lead to the 15 that now fill a box in my basement.
So who am I?
Writer living in Canada’s capital; communications consultant by profession, blogger by pure passion. I am wife to a man I met 15 years ago at a little known place called Dairy Queen. I am mama-bear to a sweet little boy we call petit monsieur. I am born in April and prefer to wear pearls over diamonds. I am a proud girly girl and spend the winter months daydreaming of dresses and sandals and playing in the sand with my son. My favourite hobby is eating.
Welcome to my world.