Originally intended to simply focus on book reviews, over time, KaliDesautelsReads has morphed into its own entity.
I write about issues that are near to my heart, be they political, feminist, motherhood, mental health, or, as the title holds, books.
A thirty-something Canadian woman in my mid-thirties, I have been “super married” to my high school sweetheart since 2006, and together we have two crazy, clever, kind, hilarious, wonderful kids.
My first book – How Not To Blog: Finding Myself, One Post at a Time is available on Amazon (in eBook formats for you clever tech readers, and paperback for those of us who love that new book smell!)
I have tried a podcast – it’s still on Apple and Google Podcasts – but writing is where my heart is.
My life changed dramatically when my husband was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer in 2018, and I am now a writer for a leading Canadian Cancer Non-Profit.
I am lucky enough to have a family that loves me and pushes me to be my best, even if it is outside of my cushiony comfort zone. I have a village of friends that nourish me, mentally, and spiritually.
Welcome to my thoughts. Sit down. Stay a while. Enjoy a cup of coffee!
No, I didn’t use a soft filter to hide how exhausted I am… I woke up like this… .
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I am so happy to have spent the weekend with my baby bruvver, celebrating the first decade of his marriage, and a fresh start to 2019. Thanks @tduperron @ddduperron for the most fun weekend ever. .
Kids are amazing. They are curious and funny and cuddly and have such brilliant thoughts. It’s not everyday that we spend a weekend in a hotel downtown, and this guy made the most of the opportunity- curiously looking out the huge glass window as the Sunday morning city came to life. He was so well behaved and even managed to get cake stuffed in his face/glasses, and kept on smiling. .
There once were three women who made up a bridal party. These women were made glamorous at a beauty bar called The Glamoury. Their faces were made up to add elegance, their hair was curled and styled. They looked beautiful. The day marched on, the ceremony was lovely, the photos were taken with great care, the speeches and dinner was beyond compare. And then comes the dancing, they all three were there, en masses. So, please swipe up see how the night ends for these women. ……
Today is all about the cute mug for me and the encouraging mug for Dave. This weekend was so much fun, you guys, and we loved every minute of it. Today is back to reality, with fun memories. Dave has his chemo/radiation today, I have mommying two sick kids, and keeping them away from their immunocompromised daddy. .
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In the meantime, I will be working on creating new, fresh content and planning podcasts. I look forward to seeing you all really, really soon!
Going through pictures from Saturday and came across this one. As much as this wedding was about celebrating Danielle’s 10 year marriage to Ty, it was also a testament to these two women and their friendship. The devotion and love that these two share is beautiful and admirable. They are caring of each other, crack each other up, encourage each other and are so connected that they finish each other’s sentences. ………….
Repost – Ok… so there is some good in everyday!!! After waiting for validation, my podcast has been approved by Apple and is now available through iTunes Podcasts!!!!! I have to say that this is the best part of my day. I feel so proud and excited and grateful, and I am so grateful for the encouragement of my friends and family. Please do me a massive favour and go check it out!! Seriously you guys, I can’t even express how happy this makes me. ….
Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll ‘I should see the garden far better,’ said Alice to herself, ‘if I could get to the top of that hill: and here’s a path that leads straight to it — at least, no, it doesn’t do that — ‘ (after going a few yards along the path, and turning several sharp corners), ‘but I suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It’s more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, this turn goes to the hill, I suppose — no, it doesn’t! This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I’ll try it the other way.’
And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.
‘It’s no use talking about it,” Alice said, looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her. ‘I’m not going in again yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again — back into the old room — and there’d be an end of all my adventures!’
So, resolutely turning back upon the house, she set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill. For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just saying, ‘I really shall do it this time — ‘ when the path gave a sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the door. ‘Oh, it’s too bad!’ she cried. ‘I never saw such a house for getting in the way! Never!’
However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be done but start again. This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.
‘O Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.”
Alice was so astonished that she could not speak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. …….
Kali J Desautels 