My Creative Partner in Crime…

Posted by on Nov 19, 2012 in Blog, Uncategorized | 0 comments

Hello Friends!

Running away from imaginary boogeymen.


Welcome back to A Year to Live!  An experiment where you choose a date and start to live that year as if it were your last.

I’d like to introduce my creative partner in crime.   The person who will be with me on this journey.  Her name is Elenna Mosoff.  She is a theatre director and creator of very cool interactive experiences for the public.  In addition to cheering me on, Elenna gives me great ideas on how to make this the most amazing, daring and transformative year of my life.  And, it seems, she’s also doing a bit of the experiment herself.

Meet Elenna . . . she’s the one in these pics that’s not me, in this case she’s on the right!



Tracey and I only met 9 months ago and became fast friends. It’s not a coincidence that we met. In fact, we were “set up” by a mutual friend who instinctively believed that we should meet.  We both thought we were meeting for different reasons. Tracey thought I could help produce her theatre shows and I thought Tracey was going to give me access to improv performers for my show.  Regardless, this friendship accelerated at an alarming rate.  Coffee dates about theatre and work turned into hours of heartfelt sessions about life.  We began spontaneous adventures that included a train trip for the sake of the train at 5am from Toronto to Kingston, hikes at the Scarborough Bluff’s, the Scandinavian spa in Collingwood, jeep rides, canoeing to the Toronto islands, New York City shenanigans and so many more.  Tracey has added a sense of spontaneity and adventure to my life that I love, and have always wanted to share.

Tracey surprises Elenna with a Birthday-Boat Trip!

In the spring, during one of these adventures, an overnight girls outing to my cottage, I share with Tracey about Larry, my stepfather.  Larry was one of the most authentic human beings I’ve ever known. He was eccentric, a collector of all things antique and ticking and had a penchant for life and clothing.  He was a ‘balls to the wall’ kind of guy, taking sh*t from no one and certainly never letting anyone else win an argument. He was tough on the outside with a soft spot for the under dog.  He was strong his whole life.  Then came the day he was diagnosed with Cancer. He died that day…not 8 months later when his body finally gave out.

On an adventure to the Scarborough Bluffs.

Within 5 minutes of telling Tracey about Larry, she looks at me and says, “You haven’t grieved him yet, have you?” The floodgates open and I am given permission to do just that.  Tracey was a year ahead of me on her journey of grieving a father she had lost.  Our exploration of grief has been sometimes beautiful and often like trekking through the swamplands of the soul.  Today I have moved through most of the grief and feel ready to explore life and what it means to live and love, free of fear and anger.

When Tracey told me she was going to do this experiment, I had a million questions: How will you live day to day? What does your husband think? What about all the people around you? How will you pay for things? Can I really tell you what I would tell you if you were on your deathbed? Can I handle this? How can anyone in your life? 

I believed she was abandoning her life and all responsibilities to merely fulfill a bucket list but it is so much more than that.  I wanted to jump in too. Not necessarily to do the experiment with her (although I think I kind of am!), but to help her ask the hard questions and aid her in sticking to the journey as it’s laid out in the book, A Year To Live.

We are at the beginning of the third month of this twelve month experiment and I have already discovered that it’s not just about asking someone else the hard questions, its about facing them myself.

At the Rockwood Ruins…the adventures continue…

I am going on this journey for Larry. To find the acceptance that Larry found, almost too late in his life.  I want to live ‘balls to the wall’ like Larry did.  I want to face life with grace, acceptance and more truth. They say that at the end of your life you are ultimately alone. You have co-travellers on the path, but at the end you are really going to be alone.  I like having a populated path.  I’m here now and I want joiners. That’s my distinct privilege as a person who is very much alive.   It’s with pride and linked arms that I travel this path with my dear friend Tracey.  And the many more of you I hope will join us.

Come with us. You won’t regret it.



P.S. To read about the experiment, click here.  And remember to sign up for the blog!


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