why a blog: part 5




I’m not an “I write therefore I am” kind of person. I don’t have to write. I can pick it up and put it down without much mystical compulsion involved. That said, I do enjoy writing and it is an endeavor that I like to revisit in its various forms.

As a child, it was short stories (that usually ended quite abruptly as I got bored of my plotline), poetry as a teenager, songwriting as a young adult, essays as a student, and now meandering blog posts and sporadic journal entries as a stay-at-home mom. I’ve missed writing since finishing all my scholastic endeavors. I enjoy the process of carefully curating words, elucidating my thoughts, even researching, organizing, then presenting material in a way that makes sense.

I enjoy the process and I would like to be better at it but it’s not easy for me to find the focus without those menacing deadlines I loved to hate and procrastinate all through high school and university (Full disclosure: I have about 15 incomplete blog posts that I can’t seem to finish). It’s hard work for my mental machinery now that it’s rusty and I tend to edit myself as I go rather than just getting the words on the page which makes me very. slow.

I would like to become quicker and less calculated so I’m trying to write more often as a way of clearing the path from my brain to my fingertips. I’m blogging as a way to practice and develop a skill I deem valuable, using whoever reads as my test audience. So if you’re reading, welcome to my process and thanks for being here!

I aspire to write in a style that is engaging, efficient, honest, and humorous because that is the style of writing that I like to read. Engaging and efficient so that any topic could be interesting and I don’t lose your attention or waste your time by using more words than necessary. Honest because I am inwardly critical of pretentiousness and I don’t want to be a hypocrite. And humorous because it’s nice to laugh.

If you’re reading and have a penchant for editing, I am very open to your input! Please feel free to comment with all sorts of red marks (about my writing, that is, not my character or life choices :p). But please be kind because I am extremely sensitive and tend to hold grudges for a long time. Just kidding. I am thick skinned like a tortoise.

And as always, thanks for reading.




sunrise fritatta


I must be a millennial (those millennials, amiright?) because I can’t make or eat something delicious without taking a picture of it. And even though I’ve talked about this dish before, here it is again. The Sunrise Fritatta, invented by moi, the solution to your break/lunch/dinner dilemma.

I’ve made this with several different kinds of meat- bacon, sausage, breakfast sausage, or as in the version below: salmon.

For this batch I started by thinly slicing new potatoes and red onions, tossing them with some oil and salt and pepper, then spreading evenly across my biggest pan, and placing them in a 375 degree oven for about 15 minutes. I have found the thinner sliced potatoes equals more delicious flavour, whereas if you do big chunks they can be quite bland.

While the potatoes and onions are roasting, I cracked 12 eggs into a large bowl, added a splash of milk or cream, and whipped them with a whisk until completely mixed.

After 10-15 minutes they were halfway done, at which point I took them out and added salmon fillets with a bit more oil and salt and pepper and put them back in the oven for another 10 minutes. I start checking the fish around the five minute mark because its easy to overcook it.

*Side note for all you budget geeks out there: it was a bit more expensive to buy the fillets rather than the whole fish but in my books the time saved is worth it, especially because I ended up splitting the fish over a few meals. The package of 9 fillets cost around $15, with which I made one batch of salmon chowder for a dinner with 5 adults, and frittata for 3 lunches for two adults.


While the fish was cooking, I sliced two tomatoes, and finely chopped some fresh herbs from the garden.

After the fish and potatoes were cooked, in a stroke of genius I took half out and placed them in a pot for a salmon chowder (perhaps a recipe for another time. Just kidding, I will only ever post fritatta recipes :p :p). Then, leaving the oven on, I broke the rest of the salmon up into smaller pieces and redistributed them across the pan, spread my tomato slices evenly on top, sprinkled the fresh herbs, then poured the egg mixture on top.

After a final sprinkling of salt and pepper, I put them in the oven one last time for about 20 minutes or until the eggs were fully cooked.



Once cooked, I slice my Sunrise Frittata into 12 pieces which usually works out to be 3 lunches each for Addison and I. I pop Addison’s into separate containers to bring to work and the rest into one big container for me to eat at home when I get sick of grilled cheese sandwiches and scrambled eggs. I haven’t yet convince the kids to eat it but apparently frequent exposure is the key to getting picky littles to try new things, and that part I’ve got down.



why I am not a minimalist

“For I have learned the secret of being content…”

Minimalism is so hot right now and I can understand why. Life gets tangled and messy and we crave order; I look around my basement suite and the junk just seems to ooze out of every corner, and seriously, where does it all come from?  It makes me uncomfortable. I think to myself, “I can’t relax with all this visual clutter!” 

In comes minimalism. It’s a great concept. Less stuff, more space, less clutter, more order, less time spent cleaning, more time spent enjoying life- that’s the general idea. I like the concept a lot and while I have been inspired to declutter many times (and perhaps rightly so) I can’t fully commit to the philosophy for the following reasons:

Reason number one? Life in black and white (and the occasional wood grain) doesn’t really appeal to me. I like colours. Lots of colours and lots of pretty pictures to look at.

photo from here


And speaking of black and white, there’s this website– the second reason I can’t commit to minimalism. These guys and their matching outfits and cardboard box testimony weird me out and, frankly, I feel like they’re over-promising. It’s kind of like when my husband told me “You’re almost there!” when I was in labour with our first-born and I screamed at him “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!!!!!”. Even though his intentions were very good, I was quite certain he couldn’t deliver on that promise, just like I don’t think The Minimalists can prove their assertion that minimalism will help me find lasting happiness and discover purpose in my life.

I don’t see how minimalism can bring me happiness, mainly because I am already quite happy wasting time on meaningless pursuits such as arranging all my belongings just so and being distracted by the trappings of life. I feel that minimalism is at war with my personal pursuit of coziness.

Minimalism just isn’t cozy. You know what is cozy? Sitting on the couch with one of the many books that I own and not working towards my goals. Or drinking a cup of coffee with a good friend and engaging in the smallest of small talk. You know what else is cozy? Stuff. Multiple throw pillows, stacks of notebooks, and a different mug for every day of the week. Coziness is piling every single blanket, pillow, and stuffy in the house onto the couch, stripping down to your pull-up and diving in. Just ask my four year old. He knows.


Behold Isaiah: King of Cozy

And speaking of stuff, this brings me to my last concern with minimalism. For all its crisp and pure facade, in its radical form Minimalism still boils down to an obsession with stuff- only in reverse. Instead of “ALL THE STUFF!” it’s “ONLY THE RIGHT STUFF!!” or in its most extreme view: “NO STUFF!!” While I would like to think that getting rid of all my things would mean that my house was always clean and I would never be stressed or lose my temper with my kids again, I have a feeling it wouldn’t really fix anything. At least, not everything. You know what they say, where there are no oxen the stall is clean. I don’t think the straw is the problem. I think I’m the problem. I’ve made pristine hotel rooms look like  a hoarder’s palace with just one small suitcase of worldly possessions.

And for times like that, when I’m faced with the crippling chaos of things, I’ve come up with my own mantra with which to comfort myself:

Stuff is just stuff.

And if its true that owning lots of stuff won’t make me happy, then it should follow that owning lots of stuff can also not make me unhappy. Because its just stuff.

I’m not the queen of logical conclusions, but I’m pretty sure I just solved the Labrynth, confronted the Goblin King, and realized that there is no spoon. Or something like that.


My TED talk is coming soon. Meanwhile, I’m going to go fill a box for the thrift store, and maybe I’ll do some shopping while I’m there ;p


*I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well-fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through CHRIST WHO GIVES ME STRENGTH.”

Philipians 4:12