I am constantly in awe at how quickly life can change. Two years ago, I was working as a nanny in Belgium. This week in 2007, the family I was living with had planned a skiing trip in the Alps. … Continue reading
This post brought to you by the letter “S.” Image from here. Before I got married, my last name started with “S.” I was Camille S—, and I was deliriously happy to be her. (Well, except for the phase in … Continue reading
When I was in fourth grade, my elementary school’s music teacher woke up ambitious one day and decided that she was going to direct a musical for the drama club to produce. I can’t remember what it was called—something to … Continue reading
Q [from RatalieNose]: Camille, we (meaning your faithful blog stalkers) have not had the privilege to hear much about your high school days. Being in high school myself I would love to hear some stories! So here are a few … Continue reading
It was ninth grade (grade nine, Canadians). I was a member of the volleyball team at my local junior high school in Mesa, Arizona. As freshmen at junior high, we were at the top of the social ladder, though I … Continue reading
Halloween used to be my favourite holiday. It was my one chance to dress up like a beautiful and sparkly (insert over-clichéd childish dream); the one time out of the year I could beg—and eat—all the candy I wanted with … Continue reading
I am an adult; twenty two years of age, officially. I pay taxes (when I have a job) and fill my own gas tank (when I can’t get Poor Kyle to do it for me). I make my bed (almost … Continue reading