Sunday, November 22, 2015

An Academic Publication of sorts

In this piece, I combine my 2 loves:


I'm so grateful for in-between spaces, like this McGill BILD blog, for me to express myself:

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

THIS is love?

What do you think happens to a women’s soul when

you hide her from your family and then share with her all the awful things they didn’t say about her?

Saturday, November 07, 2015

not every day is good

yesterday was one of those days.

it was an anxiety attack.

thank goodness for mothers who can still hold their daughters when they cry and tell them everything will be okay.

i love you mom.

Monday, November 02, 2015

Timbrix: folk art with Lego

Two Christmases ago my father and I took a 2-month art class.  I blogged about it here.  It was a father-daughter bonding thing.  We'd take turns driving to the art class chatting about life.  It was a nice way to break up the week.  It was a good excuse to get out of the house on a snowy day.

My dad was inspired by the art class and used that as a catalyst to create art with Lego -- a hobby of sorts!

And then all of a sudden it turned into this -- an expensive hobby :)

You can watch his 30 seconds of fame in the local media here at 2:15.  

At the end of his first art showing, I framed a picture of us from our last day in art class scripted,
 "To the art class that started it all...I love you dad!" 
and dropped it off at his house so he'd come home to this surprise.   

What I didn't realize is that he had the same idea.  

While I was driving to his house to drop off the picture, he was returning from his art show, first, making a quick pit stop at my place.

Tucked on the inside of my door when I arrived home was his Timbrix business card.  On the back of the card, scribbled in his hand-writing, it read: "thanks for the art class...nose rubs" 

We had simultaneously left a note for one another.

I am learning a lot about life from my father. 

He tells me his goal in life isn't to have thousands of dollars in the bank when he dies, but rather 6 pallbearers carrying his casket at his funeral.  

When you have enough to satisfy your personal needs, it's not about money or things...'s about experiences.

And the art class was just one ;)

Love you and like you dad.