It’s true. In a former life I was a tahitian goddess.
Apparently I mouthed off once too often and pissed off the gods. My punishment? Reincarnation as a middle-aged woman in a cold-ass climate. It could have been worse; although too cold for my liking, Canada is the best country on earth.
Life hasn’t always been a walk on the beach. In my 20’s and again in my 30’s, I had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, which I’m happy to report had its ass kicked by chemo, radiation, and blind luck. I’ve also been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but I think it’s really N.A.B.S. ( Need A Beach Syndrome). I’m hoping to get medical dispensation to move to Tahiti.
This blog chronicles my Canadian life and my tropical dreams, the latter complete with blinding white sand, grass skirts and corn braids (just kidding on the braids). It’s what I do until I can get back to where, as the song goes, I once belonged.
The countdown begins.