Seeing as my wedding is coming up (in two weeks! Help!), I thought I’d share something that I included in my wedding invites. A short little clip about how my hubby-to-be and I met.   Chapter I The First Kiss They shared a hug at the top of the stairwell, just outside her front door. ‘Drive safe tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Thanks,’ she murmured. ‘See you later,’ he said. ‘Yeah, you too,’ she replied, her heart fluttering in  her chest, her courage failing. As he descended the stairs, getting further and further away from her, a voice hissed out from behind her. ‘What are you doing? Go after him!’ ‘I can’t!’ ‘Of course…

Things have been a bit hectic lately, so this was all I managed for last week’s aspirations – it’s not complete, but it’s something. Guerrilla The next turn was three kilometres up the road. Just three. I’m counting the metres. Five more to the next electricity pole. To that red mailbox. To the blue car with the smashed windows. And bullet holes. Eyes on the road not on the red. Glass crinkles under the tires. Don’t pop, don’t pop. No, no, no just keep peddling. Don’t burst. Now to that overturned truck. Two more k’s. Whirring tires and panting breaths, keeping match to my heart. Thud, thud, thud. Just one…

Dear Reader, Today I want to talk about obsessions. Obsession əbˈsɛʃ(ə)n/ noun noun: obsession the state of being obsessed with someone or something. “she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession” an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind. plural noun: obsessions “he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist” Anyone who knows me will agree that when I enter into a conversation about anything I am passionate about, I tend to get a little…obsessive. Enthralled even…enraptured, ardent, zealous, or perhaps heated. Any of these things can describe my tone and body language when in discussion about a passion of…