My fascination with curling started four years ago. At the last Winter Olympics in Torino, Italy. I had heard about curling in passing, but I never really knew what it was. Then, I saw it for the first time, and it was unlike any other sport I had ever seen. Ever.
The stones. The ice. The...
Category Archives: The Moving Chronicles
The Moving Chronicles: My Curling Husband
The Moving Chronicles: I like cooking.
There I said it Internet, I like cooking. At least now I do.
Amazing what six months and a little will power can do for change.
Now, before I got setting off red flags with my family members and friends, let me be the first to admit that I used to have no interest in cooking. I...
Moving Chronicles: The License Plates
One of things that I dreaded the most after moving to Texas was kind of silly. I didn’t want to give up my California license plates.
Seriously. It was like one of the last tangible things that marked me as Californian.
I know, it’s just a license plate, but it was still part of me.
But finally, in...
