I yam Canadian
On the eve of Canada Day, I am thinking about what being Canadian means to me. It’s a toughie. The Continue reading
On the eve of Canada Day, I am thinking about what being Canadian means to me. It’s a toughie. The Continue reading
So I bought a BBQ. Then I assembled said BBQ. And then, after hauling it out to the balcony, I Continue reading
This just happened: I’m walking down the sidewalk. It’s hella hot out. I hear shouting. An older woman and a Continue reading
I have always liked my alone time. Before I had a kid, I would relish the times I had to Continue reading
Friday afternoon, I took part in a most irritating conversation. It was with two girls in the office. Both of Continue reading
This was the first draft of a guest blog post I did for Dashboard, which can be found here. Edited for Continue reading
It’s my sister’s birthday today. And so, a blog post. Blog posts, by the way, are the new love letter. Continue reading
I loves me a coincidence. It makes me feel like magic exists. It leads me to believe that there is Continue reading