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Category Archives: Sabbatical

The Flare-Up

flare-up noun \ ˈfler-ˌəp  \ a sudden bursting (as of a smoldering fire) into flame or light, a danger of flare-ups. Some people call it ‘banter’. A note: don’t ask People of Colour…

The Rehabilitation

When did I stop knowing how to take a picture? Our next date will be for me to go over and bake Christmas goods with her in middle December. Natalie’s…

The Smashing Of Windows

There was a parade along my street, which is one of the things I love about my street. All parades must pass through here ❤️ That’s The Grinch inside of…

The Male Character

Unless physically incapable, there will never be a day when I come across a playground at which I don’t play, or a merry-go-round on which I won’t ride. Lesson three…

The Writer(s)

Author of Ayesha at Last, this stunner is Uzma Jalaluddin. I had heard rumblings of this book, but being as out of touch as I have been during The Sabbatical,…

The Clan

The front row are the McGs, while the back row are D & A (married to A & C, covering all first four letters of your A-B-Cs); we met 11…

The Happy Onesies

It was a good day for one of the most important women in my life. Me, I got to tag along and wear scrubs (they are pyjamas in public!!) and…

The Unforgiven

Snow; it’s when the stars fall to the ground. Have I mentioned that I keep track of how I am ageing? Like, an actual list? It’s one of the ways…

The Perfect Day

A very short morning taking care of things for momma. I love Christmas and spent far too long wandering the aisles of Christmas decorations. Last year, I missed momma and…

The Art Evening

That’s Destine (pronounced Destin) on the left, and Sally on the right. You know Sally’s husband David, my legal counsel. Tonight was a night, though. One entirely in support of…

The Balancing

You’re going to get an unusual amount of selfies this month because I’m making up for every time I placed my friends on hold this past year. Sorry? Not even…

The Emergency Room Evening

I spent my evening in CHEO’s emergency room, which is what happens when people you love have babies whose party trick is suddenly projectile vomiting. More on this in a…

The Dating

This is not the same dress that was in today’s story, but rather my this evening’s outfit. (In case you voted, the black sandal is the leading winner so far….

The Libra-Tiger Seating

We could not, for the life of us, take a good photo next to one another. This is the compromise – cropping only ourselves in the photo we like. Vanity…

The Poetry WOWs

What you’re looking at here is a kind of heaven for me; it doesn’t take that much to make me happy – mostly, it is some combination of paper and…

The Maha-Type

Evening at Poppy’s. Earlier, we were discussing ‘types’, because it’s come to my attention, by my own brain, that ‘my type’ no longer works for me. Since 2012, with the…

The Saturday Coffee

This is Archer who, no matter the temperature, is usually only ever in pants. He’s one of my favourite cuddlers, next in talent only to his big brother. These boys…

The Dream Man

Left is my current journal, ready to set on November 30th. Right is my next year’s fresh start. I am more than ready. First day of the last month of…

The Hella Day

Day to night. I can’t believe I’ve never taken photos of this style before, considering how insane I am over shoes. I woke up at 7.30 like a woman after…

The Pilgrimage Home

This is where I spent the better part of my morning. Behind that ‘tree’ are speakers and Dulles was playing some worthy chill jams. I removed my Malcolm button because…

The Wrap-Up

They attach orchids to tree-trunks, so trunks are covered in blossoms. That’s the image you’re seeing above. Very few people smoke, and the ones who do stand-out. Mistress culture is…

The Last Supper

My airline just informed me that my return flight time will now be approximately 27 hours from door to door, starting at 5.30pm São Paulo time tomorrow evening. That’s longer…

The Ethnic Beauty

This little bunny was fascinated by the dog, and she killed me when she began dancing. (Photos taken with permission from her poppa.) São Paulo is an entirely different creature…

The Wealth

We spent the day winding our way through a terribly fun vintage market in the Pinheiros hood, before I got to ogle the unreal graffiti in the Beco do Batman…

The Flying

This was Nathalie and Brian’s birthday gift to me – the enjoyment of flying, and I…well…I was OVER THE MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was at the very end, when Lucas and me…

The Flora

  Do flowers give off a stronger scent when it’s their ‘mating’ season, or is there no specific time for pollination? Can anyone give me a little information about how…

The Cosmetic And The Cosmic

As already mentioned, cosmetic surgery might be as popular here as it is in the Middle East. Blown up mouths, tits, and asses. A hyper-pornification of the female body is…

The Favela Hike

The mountain we were invited to hike is Dois Irmãos, and it is both high and particularly steep. I am terrified of heights. I stop breathing. I might start crying….

The Girl In Ipanema

This is the happiness Rio de Janeiro has brought to my welted face. BUT FIRST, BEHOLD – Welcome to Rio, friends. This is Mauricio. Born and raised in Miami, who…

The Transition

We went from the above, to the following – And then to this sunset – It was our  last day on the island. We have one night in Salvador, a…

The Adventure Trek

Either we lounged, or we went on an adventure trek from the blue dot to the red dot, a mix of swimming and walking through the jungle. We decided on…

The Flatlands

We spent near five hours walking along the coastline from our beach to the public beaches and this island’s downtown core. Mollusks everywhere. Oil spill in certain areas, a heartbreaking…

The Welcome Back-Rub

  We were complete strangers, and none of them spoke English. The woman on my left kept rubbing my back every little while, and the woman on my right kept…

The 45th

I was built for the tropics. My body feels at home here, and so does my hair. Brazil has given me proper hair envy, however; everyone here has a stunning…

The Historical City

Sleep deprived, and two movies later, I landed in Sao Paolo, where Natty and Brian collected me before we made our way up North to here, Salvador (the city whose…

The Wing-Woman

Whenever I see one of these towers, my mind instantly breaks to Maverick’s flybys. Top Gun is such a favourite, possibly even in second place to John Wick. Feeling much…

The Sickness

My succulents have grown. When I first repotted them, they barely took up any room, and now I am hoping that by next summer, I will need to repot them…

The Vote

This, for me, is one of the sexier photos I’ll post. Though I believe that our electoral system is in need of reform, I exercise this right so that I…

The Pyjamas

There are few people to whose homes I will go in pyjamas; Poppy is one of them. Being the sicko that I am, I was worried I’d have to cancel,…

The Bottega

bottega noun bot·​te·​ga | \ bōˈtāgə, bəˈ-\ : the studio or workshop of a major artist in which other artists may participate in the execution of the projects or commissions…