Lesson for Wednesday: my lower lashes are too long for mascara. I tried it and I look like an insane Harlequin. Considering I hate clowns, not the best result. Watched Continue Reading →

‘[Raymond Roussel] said that after his first book he expected that the next morning there would be a kind of aura around his person and that everyone in the street Continue Reading →

I had to complete a Strengths survey thingy for work today, which comprises of 120 questions devised to draw out your innate talents. You have a time limit so you Continue Reading →

A while ago I posted a poem about a lovely man I met in Ottawa, my friend Rick. He’s a retired soldier, an artist, a brilliant conversationalist and writer, and Continue Reading →

Quite frankly, this speaks for itself.

I find writing a blog a bit like sitting on a wharf in the middle of nowhere, baiting a hook with some possible tasty morsels, and throwing it into a Continue Reading →

A collection of random images saved from various webspaces. This is funny because my nickname at work is Trisarahtops. I suspect it’s me. Are those… lorises?! On a moose??! Words Continue Reading →

I don’t like to say I write ‘book reviews’ as such. My only qualification would be the large number I’ve read, which is not so much of a qualification at Continue Reading →