Category: Remembery

Sometimes dipping your toes is a full immersion

The smell of the sea and tears-tasting salt water still cling to me as I dress/undress for bed. My skin is red where the sun kissed it a little too long, and my hair is whipped to a frenzy by the ocean breeze. There, on a promontory at St. Andrews-by-the-sea, I saw a monument. Rising…

5 June 2011
You’re officially old when every bournal post is about what happened when you weren’t this old

One of the best things about being involved in band was that we went away. Every year, beginning in grade six, we went to the music festival in Some Other City. Without our parents. So at the tender age of eleven, we were turned loose upon the unsuspecting hotel and hospitality peoples who had to…

16 January 2011

Sometimes dipping your toes is a full immersion