Miss Bates 🇨🇦📚✍️

Thank you. That’s so kind. I’m not a big reader of romance either, not any more. If I beat the blogging-burnout, I wouldn’t be writing much about romance, truth be told.

Miss Bates on Lenten retreat and soul-searching.

Thank you!

Ah!!

What’s really nice? Pomegranate kernels!

Especially in hockey players’ hands which, you know, are the size of shovels.

Yup. Heard it on a books podcast.

Bizarre.

Well, ordinary time returns. Time for laundry and cleaning. It was a good run, 🇨🇦 À la prochaine!

He used to buy bananas and eat them in front of his hungry kids. Nuff said.

Okay. Now I’m crying. Adorable.

It’s weird.

Waugh is so overrated and a vile man too.

Such a slog of a novel.

Why are they getting little bunny stuffies?

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️and many more.

Well, at least I can still hate Matthews.

We ❤️ you, Sid! Except when you’re playing our Habs.

I think some of these babies are crying.

You can. Minneapolis gave me hope.

Sidney!!!!

😍 🇺🇸

Remarkable moment. Iconic.

Not as long as there are Americans like you around. Whenever the hatred overwhelms me, I think of all the good people I know in the US and come back from that brink.

The 3 on 3, worst configuration. We went down fighting. It’s fine.

Never. I will forever be grateful to my grade 5 math teacher who dragged the TV into our classroom and let
us watch the game.

Damn

Phew

Normally I hate McDavid’s gumshoe mug, but shelving that for the duration.

Time to pray.