How VERY Dare She
A Woman Named D.
It was sometime during the past summer that I saw a woman start to set up residence under and inside the awning of a stadium that I live nearby. She started small in her quest to make a place for herself while living rough. From what I could tell from her first few weeks of inhabitation, she spent her days organizing the few things that she’d collected into neat piles and configurations. I saw her every time I took Jo past her place on our morning training stroll. The first time we spoke she was standing, just outside of her…
You Just Never Know – NYC NOVEMBER 2022 – Part 2
This is me with my rained out beehive AND Ari with his optimistic outlook, INSIDE the Central Park view of my INSTAGRAM post of a few days ago. THIS post to be exact: What a view, huh? Looks ideal, right? Well, moments before both of those shots were taken Ari and I stopped in the middle of an exhausted and VERY rainy cross-Central-Park trek from the westside to eastside towards The Met when I saw the above view and asked him to get my phone out of my pack for me so I could take a picture and when he…
Red-Headed Trumpet Gal – NYC November 2022
So, I am sitting in a previously warmed leather coach chair in the NEW DRAMA Books on 39th Street in NY, USA. It’s a quintessentially rainy, NY fall day where walking in midtown with an umbrella is literally taking your life into your hands. And your eyes. When we got here last night, walking up onto 33rd out of Penn Station, I was so surprisingly overwhelmed by all that is NYC that I didn’t know if I was okay. I am not overstating. It was a lot. And then I remembered that while the world continued to spin somehow through…
Mailbox.
See this? Now, this might seem like just a mailbox...and to you, it actually IS just a mailbox...but to me...it's...something a bit more complicated yet simple. Two things at once. I bought this mailbox when I got my first paycheque from Canada Sings back in 2011, just after my ex-husband and I moved into our new home in Stratford, Ontario, Canada. We'd gone to a store in Stratford...an expensive garden store that I loved...because I'd seen this mailbox in the window, could never afford it, and NOW I wanted it. The price tag was just over $150.00. Which…
RED CARPET, RED EYE, THIRD EYE, PHANTOM HEART, FULL HEART, AND LETTING GO.
I just had the best day...actually the best FEW days...ACTUALLY, maybe the VERY best week of my life. No hyperbole. The week I just had in LA led me on a merry journey through so many dynamic and different views I feel like I need at least the same amount of time to unpack it. (Turns out, I did) Let me start by saying this...I love LA. Like Randy-Neuman-song LOVE LA. (Google it) I love visiting, I love driving the valley, walking the canyon, climbing the hills, even SOMETIMES sitting on the clogged highways...because I like the taking in of…
I Didn’t Know Love At All – The RagTag Group
So, I sort-of accidentally and intentionally ended up in a INSTA group with seven kick-ass creators who all have one very specific thing in common. Not one of us had ever been in a Hallmark Christmas movie. Right? Most of us had never EVEN auditioned for one. And me?! I’d auditioned for many…like MAAANY…and have NEVER been booked. Just never. It’s a thing. And the characters? CHARACTER #129: Uptight book exec who sends unsuspecting writer to small town to do a covert expose on the town hunk slash emotionally unavailable carpenter slash secret millionaire? NO SHARRON. NOT YOU!! CHARACTER #348:…
TWO-THINGS-ARE-TRUE-AT-ONCE JULY.
*I STARTED TO WRITE THIS SUNDAY, JULY THE THIRD...it's been busy, y'all. The following post is a mixed bag of tired (sleepy, not out of date…hopefully) thoughts, ideas, wishes and wants...I probably should have kept them to myself but I haven't written in so long, that I missed you all. Well, THAT seems promising, right? Okay. Here we go. I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THAT JUNE IS OVER. IT'S JULY, PEOPLE. IT'S JU-LY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Today, I was filled with the FOMO...which is the FEAR OF MISSING OUT. (I googled) FOMO for what exactly? Well, everything. I see…
DO THESE PANTS MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A NARCISSIST?
(This is a long one, y’all…get a sandwich and a glass of scotch) APRIL 2022, HARCOURT, ONTARIO I’m laying in a bearably uncomfortable bed, inside a slightly rundown but lovely old-school cottage that I’m fairly certain is haunted…as cottages sometimes are. Jolene and I are under many blankets, weathering our first thunder storm and paranormal experience as a team...which is fairly badass, if you ask me. It’s all a very spooky kind of solo-with-dog-companion fun that I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy about five years ago. In 2017, being any kind of alone in an old-school cottage, on…
The Universe Does Not Fuck Around…It’s Listening, You Guys.
Those FACEBOOK memories. Those FRIGGEN FACEBOOK MEMORIES. In short? Fuck them. And god bless them. I've a love/hate relationship with those GD FACEBOOK memories. They can be a joy OR kryptonite...and until you scroll down on your phone, past the heading, you just NEVER know which thing it will be. While I don’t go on the FACEBOOK nearly as much as I used to OR post on there for anything other than work (OR to share dog adoption posts)...I DO go on and have a little lurk around sometimes, a little poke about, a little look-see. Don’t tell anyone, you…
My Bullshit, Lost Voices, Red Flags, Dishwashers, Cheaters, Chihuahuas and Your Bullshit.
Thoughts. You know how I love doing a good round up of thoughts...and I've had a FEW lately. Take them. Leave them. Love them. Hate them. They are opinions...and you know what they say about opinions? Pass them on…or something about assholes. OH, I hope your life is good, humans. OH,OH.... DO NOT read about MONKEYPOX. Just don't. Take it from me. It's just...well, don't. Maybe take a meander through my thoughts instead...and I hope they inspire some of your own. And yes, there is a lot of dog content coming up...you might say I was inspired to celebrate her…