I'm not good at transitions. I'm aware that this seems like a fairly simple concept, and is maybe NOT what you expected to hear (read) on this, the first day of my drive...but stay with me, here...till about six months ago I didn't realize how much time can be saved, fussed-upedness be thwarted and how much kinder I can be to myself, by reminding myself of the above fact. Me: Sharron, you're not good at transitions. BE they big transitions or small transitions...they lean on ALL my shit. Back in January, right after the holidays were over (weird pandemical…

I know. It sounds like I'm dragging my cocktail dress and high heels out of the deep freeze, and onto a stage near you, doesn't it? Well, no, I'm NOT doing that. Not yet, at any rate. Instead? I'm plopping my bike on my new bike rack (that's attached to the hitch I had installed on my car at a cost that brought water to my eyes), stuffing my blow-up kayak in the trunk, packing enough clothes for three seasons and taking my jam-packed KIA on the road, and venturing as far west as a gal can drive. I will…

September 4th, 2021 I’m 12 days away from being 53 years old. No, I’m not ashamed to say it. I’m actually quite proud that I’ve made it this far, without some fatal situation occurring. AND I don’t say that with any sense of morbidity…not really…well, as much as one can’t be morbid when talking about death…BUT I say it with boat loads of gratitude. You see, I’ve done a lot of to-ing and fro-ing in my life…in cars, on bikes, on rollerblades (god help us all, thank GODDESS someone stole those death machines out of my luggage on a flight…

This post I’ve included below, popped up on my loved/hated (in equal measure) FACEBOOK memories feature this morning. Before I rebranded my website, I did A LOT of my writing on social media. Sometimes, when I read back what I wrote, when it appears in the aforementioned FB memories, I’m thrilled when the post stands the test of time…and this one does. For me, anyhow. Is it conceited to say I wrote something that I still love? If it is, ah well, right? It’s really gratifying to the see the receipts of the journey I’ve been on, since I sold…

Even though I’ve spent a good deal of my lifetime DEATHLY afraid of needles, almost exactly four years ago, I walked into a tattoo shop in Osbourne Village, Winnipeg, and ON PURPOSE (and without drugs or alcohol of ANY kind) got a spontaneous tattoo from a gent named Cameron, who just happened to be one of the toughest looking humans I’d ever had the good luck to see. I have to say, I still really get a rise out of the fact that a man who was sporting a leather vest with a biker patch on the back, stalking the…

Bear (get it, forest, bear...I'm staying on theme, y'all) with me for a sec...I will get to the adventure...but I have to tell you about another adventure  first... About Three weeks ago, before my ECSTATICALLY ALONE breakthrough moment, I'd been texting with a gent I'd met...well, VIRTUALLY met on a dating app... SIDEBAR: Though I support and celebrate all the humans who are meeting and have met people on dating apps...me having been one of them...no matter how long I am out in the dating world, even writing "met virtually on a dating app" makes me feel an all round…

Zzzzz. Bzzzzzzz…zzzzzzz. Is there something in my ear? Why is my face so hot? It’s boiling…like burning. Where am I!?!? I wake up fast, like I owe someone money…and I find myself in front of a lake, in that red muskoka chair I fell asleep in and the incredibly hot late day sun is burning, burning it’s way through my skull, it seems. And the bugs…I am being over taken by bugs of every shape, size, colour, and velocity. Fast and stinging, slow and running into your face and then the virtually millions of hovering, annoying mosquitos of the suck-all-your-blood-while-you-are-sleeping-off-a-huge-backpack-hike…

Last Tuesday, all of a sudden, I found myself with 7 days off in a row…in the glorious, humid, weird, almost normal but definitely NOT normal dog days of summer 2021. The two projects I’m on moved my work days for this week to another week altogether…moved both of them…and I found myself with some unexpected free time In the olden days…not before-the-pandemic olden days, but before-I-was-single-again olden days… SIDEBAR: That’s still so weird to say…single…it sounds like I’m a character not unlike Mary Richards from the Mary Tyler Moore Show. Single. Single again. Stylishly solo. By choice. Well, maybe…

  Ecstatically Alone. My friend uttered those words to me yesterday and they fell straight into my soul, no hyperbole...no joke...no stopping at GO to collect 200 hundred dollars...and if you don't get THAT reference? WELL, then you've never played Monopoly...which, incidentally, was my favourite thing to do all summer, almost EVERY summer, when I was growing up. You know what? I gotta find me a double vaxx Monopoly group. That was an out loud thought. Okay. Yesterday, at around sunset in Toronto, I found myself sitting on my life jacket, on the beach that is inside the break walls…

(The following was written while Ray LaMontagne's JOLENE and then Bob Schnieder's KATIE was playing in the background...just for soundtrack reference, in case you would like this reading experience to be immersive and listen to two very diverse songs written about women, while you read this. UPDATE: at the end, Mariah's FANTASY played, as well...just for flavour. ALSO, it was written on the Monday of the long weekend…so do the time machine work, will you?) This long weekend, it kinda feels like I have shaken off the pandemic for a while...well, till the inevitable fourth wave arrives, anyhow...but the world…