Uncommon Coffeeshop

“I want to work in a coffeeshop.” I told my mom, some months ago. “A little one, local and quiet. I don’t want to be a barista, I just want to be the girl behind the counter. I want a slow job with time to dream and scheme while the day goes by. “I just…

Humgeen San Naedz: My Good Friends

Pulled from the files of July: Namely, the “Draft” folder.   I was asked a very good question yesterday. “Who did you leave behind?” It was an invitation to tell of the people I loved; who I will be grieving for; and I so appreciated the grandfatherly gentleman and his wife for thinking of it…

A Date with Kate: A Kickoff to Fall

I’m going to bed smelling like dirt and applesauce. I think that’s a sign of a good day. I suppose I could shower, but I strongly dislike the activity, so I’m going to push that off till tomorrow. Hooray for procrastination! But anyways… I’m going to bed smelling strange because today I spent with Kate….

The Gentlemen in My Life

It’s time. You need to know about these two delightful characters in my life. At least, tonight they are delight. Like all humans, sometimes they are less so, but that’s okay because we’re related so I can tell them when they are not so nice and they’re stuck with me so we’ll still be friends….

Photo Friday: Up

Meet two of my favourite foster kids: How to describe? Well, they share a wide streak of stubborn, but are definitely two different peas in a pod. The little lady is studious, clever, and definitely has the older sister dictator role down pat. And Bobby? Bobby is BOY, written all over! Here, she was reading…

Camel Conversation

The word “Timmay” in Mongolian sounds like of the English name Timmy. It means camel, and is one of my favourite words. I always imagine a young camel with a British accent whose name is Timmy. (Remembering words by association helps me learn, as well as offering an amusing creative outlet.) Living in the city however, our…

The Velcro Effect

It follows me. I see hints of it in the actions of others and find evidence in conversations. It’s been studied, I’m sure, by psychiatrists and such folks with fancier titles and more specific thoughts than I, but I’ve decided to venture forth and point it out to you anyhow. Now, I’m not one much…

“My name is Dr. Love, dear.”

The man in the food court was bald and cheerful and wore a matching zip up track suit. A busy mall, a full foodcourt, and the 20 year old girl at the next table had been watching him. Actively trying to engage in the world around him, it was more like he was trying to get…

Cast of Characters: The TREK Edition

Lay-dies and Gentlemen! BOYS AND GIRLS! I am proud to in-tro-duce to you to-day a team like NO OTHER!! Born of 4 different mothers, leaving sisters and brother, Raised in four corners of two neighbouring countries, we are joined together on one mission.   First Up! Please welcome into the blogging world, Our Fearless Leader… STEVE! One…

The City is Different

Abbotsford smells like chicken poop. I wonder if the people who live here know that. Incredibly, people grew immune to the stench of the brewery and pulp mills in my hometown, so I suppose people here are the same. There are no stars here. I’ve never lived where I can’t see the stars. Instead, there…