Author & Book Coach, wife, mother, adventure-seeker.
BA in English from Colorado College & MFA from the University of Melbourne
Writing here is Fiction & Non-Fiction
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“Alright, let’s give this one a try,” I say, pulling to a stop at the ridge of a run. ‘Strawberry Surprise’ reads the sign posted next to me. The blue square indicating difficulty has been partially covered with a sticker. The words on the sticker are in French. French I have not learned. But the cartoon image of a male skier and an underdressed, well-endowed woman gives a pretty good hint at what the words mean.
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It is a perfect morning for skiing. There is fresh powder on the mountain and the air is crisply chilled. Everything looks so vivid, unreal. As if the dial has been turned up on the color of the world. And everything is silent. We got up early, one of the advantages of having an infant alarm clock, and, after Tucker puts Millie in the ski resort day care, he and I are some of the first skiers on the mountain.
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It’s our first full day in Canmore, and it’s raining. We hadn’t planned to ski today. Thought we would give ourselves a day to see the sights. But there are no sights to see in the torrential downpour outside our window. From the bed, I can see that all the mountains are now trapped behind walls of cloud and will surely be stuck there for a while. I imagine all the snow being washed away by the rivers of rain and I just hope it’s colder up near the peaks. Snow. Just let it snow. The clouds move quickly, as if swirling around a single point in the distance and I hear a rumbling. It’s not long before a flash of lightening illuminates the entire view.
A Gift of Presence
Every person has a certain kind of love language. Some show their love through touch, others through their words. Some show it through gifts while others show it through actions. My mother’s love language is presence. Being there. Showing her support by showing up.
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Tucker and Millie are both still asleep and I try not to wake them putting on my sweatpants, boots, and jacket to step outside. I stand on our balcony taking it all in. The vertical rock towers in front of me are set aglow with the pink of the rising sun. The light scent of smoke from a nearby chimney wafts through the crisp air. This is where I’m meant to be. I am completely at home. But before I can enjoy the moment any further, I am called inside by my child’s waking cries.
The Vaccinated Gemini
Gemini! This is your season! You’ve had both doses and you are ready to celebrate. As an air sign, you’re ready to rip off that mask, feel the breeze on your face, and get back to life. This will be a prosperous, exciting time for you as you venture back into the world. But try to control your usual abandon. Choose your path wisely. Take a lesson from the past year and appreciate some of the me-time that you have learned to include in your life. A little down time will serve you well after getting back out there.
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Thankfully, it’s a blizzard-free drive to Banff. Not to say it isn’t somewhat eventful. Snow from an earlier storm has melted and refrozen on the road, leaving several precarious stretches of black ice. The afternoon sun bounces off these patches, causing a blinding glare. I grip the wheel in these spots and tense with each slide of the tires.
Wild Horses in Iceland
The picture I grew up around horses. I rode horseback before I could walk and was fascinated with everything equine. I had every horse book and every horse figurine I could find. I watched Black Beauty on continual repeat. My passion for horses continued throughout my childhood and early adult years, even leading me to do my undergrad senior photography project on horseback while helping heard cattle. It’s not easy to steady a camera on a moving animal, but god was it fun. However, while I spent considerable time around horses, one experience had always eluded me. Seeing them in the wild. It was a dream, but one I didn’t realize I would have to travel so far to fulfill.
Chocolate Vegan Decadence
For the longest time, I equated veganism with restriction. Deprivation. No butter? No eggs? No cheese? No taste! None of the deliciousness that makes life worth living. Why would anyone do that to themselves? And as a lifelong baker, and one with an admittedly massive sweet tooth, I couldn’t imagine making any baked good taste good without these oh-so-necessary ingredients. And you definitely couldn’t create dessert decadence without them.
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Packing for the trip goes relatively easily, save for the three different trips I have to make to three different stores to find Millie a properly fitting snow suit. “And boots,” Tucker had told me. “She needs snow boots.” Ignoring the fact that she is not even close to walking yet, a separate issue that I am already worried enough about, do you know that no one stocks snow boots for a nine-month-old? I was able to find some on Amazon, but they wouldn’t ship in time. I get a couple pairs of really thick socks and some too large rain boots. That should be good enough.