We are family…

Okay, so the great blog gods cleverly decided to have some posts where we simple drown the page with pictures or we write very few words. I secretly believe this is just a way to let us do a blog post without having to think. But hey, that’s just me. And any excuse NOT to have to write a huge amount of words is a good one in my books. Especially when these ‘flash fiction’ stories never end up being just five hundred words, lol. But then it’s not surprise that I am long winded. This introduction being case and point.

Anyway, today’s topic is…myself, my life, my family in five words or less.

FIVE FREAKING WORDS. THAT’S IT! This, of course, goes against all my training (ha, I’m a professional people. Don’t try this at home) but, in the spirit of adapting, I will play along—be nice in the sandbox and all that.

So here are my FIVE WORDS OR LESS…


Seriously, I think that says it all. And if you haven’t seen Guardians of the Galaxy, you won’t get that reference, but…think about it. Didn’t he embody pretty much the kind of person you’d want to be. Strong. Protective. Innocent yet wise. Self-sacrificing and kind. Beautiful on the inside. Yes, that is my answer.

Though for those of you who want a more…conventional one… here you go. And this applies to all of the three above.


Unequivocally Canadian.

Wonderfully Flawed.

Now please check out the other ladies and see how they accomplish this mighty feat. Probably far more gracious than I.

Jessica Jarman  |  Bronwyn Green  | Jessica De La Rosa

Gwendolyn Cease  |  Kellie St. James

6 Replies to “We are family…”

  1. I so love your post. Hmmm, wonderfully flawed . . . I see the wonderful in you, but not so much flawed. But that’s perhaps because you’re Canadian and have cookies. 🙂

  2. I laughed at “Unequivocally Canadian.” When you were described to me for the first time it was, “She is super nice. Very Canadian.”

    1. I will always fondly remember my last trip to the cabin. When I got stopped at customs and I was trying to explain I didn’t have the sheet from the airplane but I’d been told I could grab one. And the agent kept asking me if I was a landed immigrant, or if I had a British visa, etc. And I kept saying, ummm, no. Finally I looked at her and said… I’m just Canadian. When she gave me a look, I added… Sorry. (of course pronounced SOREry) and the best is that she laughed and said… oh, you are.

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