The irony is not lost. As I juggle I forget all that I am juggling. The kids, the husband, the writing, the website all disappear into the concentration of the catch. I have been practicing juggling for many laborious weeks without getting to the point that I could say I can juggle. All those clowns
Want to get somewhere but don’t want to have to do any pesky walking? Then a Segway might be for you. I first remember wanting to ride a…
I have never been afraid of the dark. I’ve had other misgivings–mostly involving elevators or vermon–but never the dark. So when I heard of a restaurant that has…
My husband and I went on a blowing date. Of course, as the title suggests, glass blowing but wasn’t your image a lot more fun? Back to the…
This week I went on The Edgewalk 1168 feet above Toronto outside the roof of the CN Tower. It sounds terrifying. But, the fear is gone. I don’t…
Slacklining was not on my original list, and I don’t know why. We’ve owned a slack line for more than a year, and none of the family have…
Since my theme song for the year, “Live Like You Were Dying” sports the line ”ride a bull named Fu Manchu,” of course, I had to try it.…
I feel like I am, just now, learning what this year was really about. It wasn’t a bucket list challenge or even a life list. It was about…
I have rarely been so frightened as I was this week. Just a closed door between me and ultimate judgement of my year-long project awaited. I was at…
I am on the home stretch for my year-long adventure. With only three months to go, I think I should be sad to see the year end. I…