Gone Fishing

Literally, I have gone fishing.

This is the blog each year where I tell you there will be no blog because I am not at work. I am doing my best to practice self-care. Which I suck at.


I will tell you a bit more about what I am doing if you are interested and want to read more.


I am in the middle of nowhere in Northern Ontario. There is no cell coverage where I am . I am NOT checking email on my phone. This is very hard for me but important to do.


I am spending time with my children. This is important and precious to me. They do not see me nearly enough throughout the year, beyond which FaceTime allows – and most Saturdays.


I am with my brother and my father, and an uncle as well. These are all men that I respect and admire, and all of whom are very different than I am. We are not a family of long-haired hippies. I am the black sheep.


I am fishing for Smallmouth Bass. I am not a good angler. I will not catch many. I don’t care.


Camping on an island in the middle of a lake, I am more interested in the call of a loon, the northern lights, the campfire, and feeding people camp chow and my kids being happy.


I will come back to work refreshed and ready to t