Don’t lie, we all have one.

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This is the home to the daily-used and the never-used. It is the place where you’re definitely going to find a pen, but the chances of it working are slim.

Why are we like this?

My theory is that we like to appear to have our “shit-together.” No-one likes things just laying around, looking messy. Drawers are secret chambers, they are our saviours to incognito untidiness and procrastination.

But how good does it feel, when you finally clean it, right?! And you tell yourself you won’t let it get messy again.

I’ve always loved going to the airport. I don’t know if it’s the excitement of going to a new place, or the fact that I think airports are where all faith in humanity is restored.

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It is at airports where I have witnessed the most genuine moments of pure happiness, the most sincere kisses and the most heartening farewells.

Perhaps it is that airports hold such intricate memories in our lives. They are the plot twists to our life’s journey, the gates to new beginnings and adventure. …

A story about the power of childhood imagination. A lesson on the importance of finding stillness in a moving world.

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When I was a little girl, the shower was to me, what that box was to Spongebob and Patrick in the “Imagination” episode. It was the place where I could be Celine Dion, a spitting fountain, an actress in a rainy scene, and of course win all debates. It was my creative place. One of my favourite things to do would be to travel through “a shower portal.” I would sit down in the shower and curl up into a tiny little ball, hugging my knees in close to my chest while tucking my head in. I would create a…

Have you ever walked into a room and smelled something that transported you to another point in time?

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A distant memory or maybe smelled something that even reminded you of someone? The other day I went for a run and happened to pass a patch of freshly cut grass, it hit me like a bus, halting me to a complete stop.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, thinking back on my childhood and the farm town I grew up in.

I felt the warm sun of summers day while my dad mowed the lawn and long road…

People often don’t understand how I can enjoy working with children, but this is because perhaps they have forgotten what it was like to be children themselves.

I work with children between the ages of 4–5, and I find this age to be the most wonderful time in childhood. Children are so open and true to themselves. I get to see a bunch of humans doing exactly what they love everyday. I witness children who are successful doctors and nurses. Children who own their own restaurants and who have to sometimes make big decisions like firing someone and rehiring them…

A story of a drive-thru barista and her interactions with the many strangers she met through those windows.

When I was 15 years old I held my first job as a barista. I worked at a little coffee stand near an old state highway located in a small town with approximately 4,000 people. I woke up every Saturday and Sunday at 4:30am to open the doors at 5am. The mornings were busy with local farmers and early birds stopping by to order their “usual.” Amongst the hustle and bustle I found a lot of joy in being up before the sunrise. Waking up to the smell of freshly pressed coffee and feeling the crisp early morning breeze as…

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