Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Firsts I'm still doing firsts, and I love it—maybe even more now than I would have when I was younger. There’s something about choosing new experiences, rather than stumbling into them, that feels important. My staff organized a day at Mission Ridge to go tubing. I wasn't able to make it, but my curiosity was... Continue Reading →
What about just laying on the ground and looking up. What about not even looking up, but closing your eyes and listening. What about breathing in the smells, feeling the earth...what about those things? Where it started In a staff meeting, I brought up how successful my semester with the Grade Nine English Literature class... Continue Reading →
I have readers overseas. My cousin is one of them. She got a copy of My List, My Rules last year (tap the title to check it out), and this year while I was visiting, we chatted about it. She loved it—I’m glad. But she also asked a very interesting question that no one else... Continue Reading →
**I wrote a letter to five-year-old me because I felt like I should. Here it is. Dearest little one, So, you made it to 56! I know. I know. That seems so old little one. But I promise you it's not! Keep up all the good habits. I have so much to tell you so... Continue Reading →
I donated My List My Rules: The Year a Checklist Changed My Life and left a handwritten letter inside for the reader. I hope the novelty of a handwritten letter lands well. Here's what I wrote: Dearest Reader: Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in magic? Maybe you believe in cozy Sundays and... Continue Reading →
I spent July 1st at our park listening to bands, eating food from food trucks and enjoying the diversity that has become our city---so very different than when I came here as a little one. I hope that every person finds what they need and want in this new place. The evening ended with fireworks.... Continue Reading →
Dear Friends: It's time for my Christmas letter, this time reflecting on the season with just a few days left in the month. The sun is slowing cresting on the horizon with our late mornings in this northern land, glowing a gold color into the house making my Christmas decorations slightly more magical (if it's... Continue Reading →
I don't do New Year's resolutions. They feel too bossy. I do set intentions and I do this through words, thoughts, and feelings. Do I believe that the intentions I set will come true? Yes. I do. Is that silly? Not for me. I feel like at the turning of the calendar a large majority... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 