January 30, 2015

Friday, Friday + Pancakes for One

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i squirmed out of bed this morning long before my alarm went off, well rested and smiling – a rare occurrence in winter. i shuffled to the kitchen, setting the kettle on the stove and peeking out the snow-obscured window. the pets still quiet, the house still dark – save for a few twinkly lights strung above the kitchen table – i relished in the stillness with my favourite owl-shaped mug in hand.

gradually, the sky lightened until suddenly, everywhere, the sun was spilling into the house. everything a little more golden, a little warmer. a glorious reminder that spring is just around the corner.

and then i made pancakes. because friday. simple, nutritious and tasty. read on for the recipe.

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November 11, 2014

Feet Up, Chin Up

feet-in-the-air sometimes, the kindest thing you can do for yourself is not overthink things.

when i need a to clear my head or overcome a mindset, i choose to either hold my chin up high or swing my feet up high. tonight…well, i opted for the latter.

November 7, 2014

While I Was Gone: Part Two

cannesjames2 our adventure is a blur of champagne and laughter that ignites on a rooftop perched high above the riviera. dusk finally releases its grip as we pick our way across the cobbled streets below. the air is still and thick. bottles arrive, are drained, new ones replace them.

back on the rooftop, you pull me towards a hidden ladder. we scale it quietly until sprawled out below us is an electrifying landscape of light, fire, life. we couldn’t possibly get any higher.

October 12, 2014

While I Was Gone: Part One

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a flash of light. a cluster of timed explosions, white then blue then white again. shouts and cheers; a moment of absolute silence. somewhere far away an accordion floats in and out of earshot.

his shoulder blade peaks for a moment and pauses; a streak of light appears briefly to illuminate an eyebrow, a cheekbone, an arm. suddenly it’s dark but we don’t fumble. the noises are getting closer: a hum of slurred shouts, laughter, a glass breaking, a motor churning through the water. a swift hand appears above my neck and makes contact; gentle and warm for two breaths, hot and heavy after the third. we sink further down and amidst the sudden explosion of light beyond the window i can see him clearly for what he is.

August 26, 2014

dear cosmo

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Apparently it’s National Dog Day today. So Dear Cosmo: thank you for the last four years of fluff, sass and smiles. Life is infinitely more fun and messy with you.