*Disclaimer: This is the first time I will be frank about SEX on here...but not right away...I kinda ease into it. (winks) It was a frigging thrill to write about it, who knew? I don't get into particulars...but I DO talk about it...so...I guess this is basically a warning to NOT read this to your kid and also to alert you that, yes, I have the sex. (shrugs) ALSO, if  THEY are going to try to take away a woman’s right to choose? I am gonna talk about SEX.  Let’s start at the very beginning, before we go THERE,…

My goal in learning to be alone is to enjoy it, not to endure it - Me, April 20th, 2018   Yesterday, I hiked a beautiful trail on Silent Lake (an apt name because it really was) near Bancroft, and paused for a moment about 3k in, to capture an Easter photo of me and Jolene to send to my family. This photo, to be exact. I mean. Can you see her super fleece? She loves that super fleece. She really does. I’m not just saying that like an aggressive dog lady. I sourced the sweater on the internet because…

It's tax time AND  when tax time comes around...I think of this story. This story happened. To me. ...a couple of years ago. Right after it happened, I was compelled to unravel it by writing about it. A year ago around this time (tax time, of course), I pulled it out, wrote a forward, then I passed it onto someone in my professional life to read, and they told me not to put it up...so I did not…and I don’t regret it BUT I do regret not listening to my own opinion first. BUT all in all the marination was…

“I think I’m landing in a sort of…is it loneliness? I don’t know. I don’t what this grief tunnel is like. I don’t know how to frame my life anymore. I know that every day feels like a week…and that by the time I go to bed…I feel like…the morning was…I can’t even remember when it started. And it’s not bad. I don’t mind that time is longer than it seems…than it is…’cause I know it’s all gonna crunch at the end…and run out. I guess I’m kind of beginning the dark floundering of what it means to be me…

OH MY GOD!!! TORONTO!! WASN’T TODAY JUST A GIFT FROM THE BABY JESUS!?!? I wrote the following thoughts before I woke up, walked out on my balcony…and discovered that it was 16 friggen degrees. 16 degrees on March 6th, 2022. THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF TORONTO ONLY NEEDED A LIN MANUEL MIRANDA SOUNDTRACK TO MAKE TODAY A MUSICAL. The people of this city were literally dancing, running, riding, singing, and spinning out their front doors and along the lakeshore, through the parks, along Queen Street, onto the patios...and I saw at least 14 pairs of shorts before I made it to…

So, after an almost twenty years of NOT, tonight, I put on a mixed-song musical theatre playlist to orchestrate the end of my evening. 2022 seems to be starting off as harsh as a rusty razor blade that you grabbed by accident while rooting around in the medicine cabinet for a stray Advil...400mg...and I thought maybe listening to a musical of some sort would bolster my flagging spirit. You see, humans, musical theatre and me had a bit of a breakup/breakdown situation occur around that same twenty years ago, and my brightly-coloured collection of cassette tapes went into a covered…

And Just Like That… Season 1 Episode 6 Written by Rachna Fruchbom Directed by Cynthia Nixon Moment 31:30 For Context: Carrie has come with her friend/realtor, Seema Patel, to her parent’s Diwali Celebration. Carrie finds herself in a conversation with Seema’s parents in which she discovers Seema has made up a fake boyfriend named Dennis who is always away with Doctor’s Without Borders. The Patel’s pump Carrie for information about Dennis… Seema’s Mother: I’m beginning to wonder is she embarrassed of her boyfriend or embarrassed of her parents? Seema’s Father: So Carrie, tell us, is it him, or us? Carrie:…