Just like U2 ;) — It was early: 6:37am. It was spring: leaves not yet out but the sun warm on the face. It was loud: cars accelerating on the street over. It was private: my trailing footsteps were the first for the day on the cement beneath me. It was nameless: each intersection had…

An apple is good, but peanut butter is better ;) — As Hippocrates once said, “Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food”. I didn’t really think about this quote when I heard it for the first time in grade 12 of high school, and to be fair, I’ve rarely thought about it again until now. Even though the…

Welcome to 4th Year University. — I am not too sure if I can title this as a ‘year’ of my life, as I am only three months deep into my 4th year of university. The said, I am fairly confident in the fact that it will be exactly what the title states. The Best. The…

The Impossible Dream — I always wanted to grow up… I have always been in a rush… I have never been satisfied with just “where I am” … until now. All of the parts in my life that I have wanted to just “get through”, whether it was a meeting, a teenage year, or…

It was a weird classroom, that’s for sure — Unlike most of my peers, I have never been to a concert or music festival… or at least I hadn’t been until July. Packing up our bags in small town Nova Scotia, my brother and I headed to Montreal, Quebec, for Osheaga. It was our first trip together… by ourselves……

A Poem. — I walk on the trail. I see the snow on the ground and my breath in front of me. I feel his arms wrap around me and the relief that my collapses in to. I look up to see the green of his jacket and his chin scratchy against my…

… you probably do too. I’ll be honest, this post is basically just me completely calling myself out. But, if you look at it through your eyes and do actually think some of the same things, than consider me calling you out too. Now, you may be wondering: “Liv, why…

A story about a sister, a brother, and a new sister. — In 2016 my brother and I sat on the living room floor at our Mums house, arms slung around one another, tears pouring out of our eyes. I had never cried like the way I had done that October afternoon, and I hope I never do again. …

It’s the best part. — Almost 12 months ago I made a blog that included the recipe for my favorite cookies…Chocolate chip. There is something these cookies. Maybe it is the combination of the brown and white sugars, or the anticipation of waiting while the batter chills…but either way they are one of a kind…