My friend Jay posted this on Instagram. He said: Even if you’re not into American country music, listen to this anyway. It’s by Luke Combs
It’s 33 Canadian outside … that’s around 92 for you Fahrenheiters. I’ve left the blinds draw in this poor wee cottage, to enjoy a solitary
Last night I realised I don’t chew gum anymore. Not only that, but I also don’t know the last time I saw someone chewing gum.
This is my morning thus far: Moving through my French lessons like a Québécois. Editing a few work papers. At hour twenty of a 60-hour
From this global pandemic spanning past 4 months, to corrupt police, to angry citizens, to peaceful protesting, to late night sounds of circling helicopters, to
San Fran Bay french roasted coffee – cup two. Checking my Instagram feed – filled with tiny houses and people kneading dough. Collecting gold crowns