Our life before our move to France. Our fabulous West Coast lifestyle in White Rock, BC Canada and the family adventures we had!
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March 7th I was hurt at work. Not the best day I’ve ever had. I had turned to lift a load of groceries into a shopping cart, and felt something excruciatingly painful shoot down my leg. I left work, after the over the counter muscle relaxers that…
As we get older, in some ways we get stronger, and while people we love leave us, we eventually understand death is part of life. Imagine the wisdom and realizations a man of ninety-four might have. 94 wow… almost a century. He was born at the end of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and lived through two…
I love this house. Bought in 2004, just after Daniel was born, we moved from our downtown Vancouver 26th floor apartment with a stunning unobstructed view of the city, mountains and a peek a boo water glimpse. We went out for sushi, walked Stanley Park each day rain or shine, and strolled Robson St. Swam…
Alfonz’s adventure journey starts here in White Rock, early Saturday morning, with his buddy J. Both packed to the max with cameras, a helmet cam, and a few clothes and food essentials. They start their drive straight on Highway 99, to Lillooet, 131 km (81 mi.) northeast of Whistler. You can also get into Lillooet…
These photos were taken up by Sunnyside Park the night of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, here in White Rock, BC. The strawberry moon turns up 3 times in 100 years. It lasts 100 minutes, and the central eclipse, when the moon passed through the centre…
Writing to me is an endless download of the build up of crap absorbed along the way. I have no choice. It is a form of therapy, and if I could stop it wouldn’t be for long. In different writing groups joined over the years, I have met people who make a timeline, depicting…
When we are not living here our apartment rents out. I love the old feel of this home, the high ceilings the low windows. One of my favourite things is to sit in the window sill as I drink a cup of coffee in the mornings. The sounds of the rushing daily life carries to…