More years ago now than I care to count I was a 17 year old Rotary Exchange student to Brampton, Ontario, Canada. I flew from a 30 plus degrees Celsius summer in Brisbane to -4 degrees with wind chill at Toronto airport. I went from a pigtailed, uniform-wearing, private school girl to the new kid at a North American high school in the middle of their year, straddling grades 12 and 13 as it then existed in Ontario. Culture shock doesn’t quite cover it. It was more like being sucked through a vortex into another dimension, a strange parallel universe where there was a lot of cold white stuff on the ground and I could see people’s lips moving but had no idea what they were talking about. Continue Reading
I mentioned in my last post how setting up a publishing company while being treated for breast cancer had proven itself to be a very helpful therapy – unconventional but effective! Today I’m taking a break from the Big Breast Adventure to bring you a post that’s very dear to my heart – the launch blog for our brand new For Pity Sake Publishing website that went live last week. It explains how we came up with the name, courtesy of my dear Dad, and how we’ve fashioned our publisher’s stamp (see opposite) on one of our favourite pictures of him, looking out at the world over his glasses as many people saw him do countless times. Please enjoy and, as always, I’d love to hear what you think.