The first time I fell in love was especially dramatic, your classic Romeo and Juliet story. At the age of 5, I announced to my mother that my kindergarten class mate Toby and I were moving in together. I wasn’t asking her permission, just making her aware of my plans. Toby lived two blocks away,... Continue Reading →

When I was at school, girls could study whatever they wanted, as long as it involved home economics. I have to say, learning to sew a pillowcase and make edible corn fritters might have been designed to make me into the perfect wife and home maker but it left me feeling desperately unprepared for the... Continue Reading →

How did I get here? This is a question I often ask myself, although if I retrace my steps, there is usually a logical progression to exactly where I am. On this particular occasion the end result had me laying at the bottom of a rather large hill, at 2am with a badly sprained ankle... Continue Reading →