Kimye a REALITY dream…


Once upon a time, in a land called Hollywood, the reality TV gods blessed the land with a union that would sell many magazines and keep the wives and children of paparazzi clothed and well fed…the gods gave us Kimye.

The Twittersphere came alive Monday night when news broke that reality TV star Kimberly Kardashian and her Hip-Hop star beau/babydaddy had made it somewhat official with a 15 karat diamond ring. Kim whose divorce was recently finalized was visibly elated in picture she posted on Instagram showing-off her most recent piece of bling.

The story is just a click away…*waves magic wand*

Construction City!


Toronto has 5 seasons; spring, summer, fall, winter and construction.

There is always something being built, renovated or demolished in the city.

Though this is inconvenient for residence of Toronto, it is a sign of a healthy, growing city.

Welcome to Construction city.


This sign by Dundas Square prepares motorist for delays and detours.


What more is there to do on a finished building? Well, maintenance is essential for public safety.


Dundas and Jarvis awaits the completion of another condo. Construction City is headed for a name change…Condo City.


Pedestrians are appeased with graffiti art for the inconvenienced caused by all this construction.


No, this is not the entrance of a haunted house, it is a pathway for pedestrians secured from falling objects.


Construction zones over lap in the city’s skyline.


Detour…take this right, construction zone ahead.


A maze of steel, helping to finish this building.


Tower of Babel? Who knows, at the rate this is climbing we may touch the heavens soon enough.


Danger due to….Construction!

Budding Journalist.


After working five years as a teacher I wanted a change in my life; a change that would facilitate me doing something that I love, writing.313891_10151701306858312_982273434_n


I envisioned days sitting in a coffee shop or on a park bench using figurative devices to construct scenes that whisked readers away to fantastical destinations. I desired to have words and imagination at the core of my being; to write daily and  learn new words with the opportunity to share them with readers.  I craved a space that would facilitate me playing with words and writing thoughts with like-minded people. So, I enrolled into J-school. Though I have gotten excellent grades so far, the romantic expectations I had of a life in Journalism is slowly fading as I pull closer to the finish line.

I am a frustrated writer. I adore words and the power they contain to provoke thought, trigger emotions and inform. Yet, the style of writing for news reporting is stripped of the imaginative and uninhibited world of words that I adore. If it is not concise, it has to be clear, or just devoid of emotions and opinion. My creativity is yoked into being a staccato expression of thought that falls in line with all that has gone before and all that will come after.

So what do I do now? Should I throw in the towel and quit because my expectations have been slapped silly by reality?

It is not within me to quit, I instead have decided to focus on the merits of this new lane that I’m in, and continue to learn and grow.