I was born in Newfoundland, grew-up in Labrador, live and work in Ottawa. Archie Bunker and I made our first appearance in my parents’ living room the same year.
I have jumped out of an airplane, tripped up in high heels, put together a C-7 rifle with my eyes closed, pulled all-nighters working on newspapers, newsletters and late papers, marched 49 km with 50 lbs on my back, danced until 6 am, sung goofy versions of “The Christmas Song” to troops in Bosnia and Afghanistan, driven my motorcycle from Boston to Ottawa in the pouring rain, and fallen in love when I’ve least expected it.
“Airplane”, “Galaxy Quest”, “Something About Mary”, “Top Secret” and “Zoolander” still make me laugh.
I still cry when I hear bagpipes, “The Northern Lights of Labrador”, Frankie Miller’s “Caledonia” and Carly Jepson’s “Call Me Maybe”. Really, “Call Me Maybe”.
I am going to learn how to build a really, really small house. On wheels. With my nephew Owen and my partner/boyfriend/roomie Dave.
I want to live with less stuff so I can make more room for my life. And the idea of putting all of this out there for you to see scares me.