Hey Humans, First of all...thank you SO MUCH for reading along, for writing me about what you read...and subscribing to How VERY Dare She. Fuck, I love that title...like a lot...like a lot, a lot. I love this short form writing for joy...for pure joy...it is one of my longtime loves, that I let go of for a while...and I'm very happy to have it back. But sometimes the joy is in the writing...and not in the subject...kinda like today. I've been bashing the following thoughts around for a very long time... ...while sitting alone in my apartment, riding my…

Dating is not for the faint hearted. Especially when you were married for MANY years and wake up from a hundred year dating-sleep (like you ever dated in the FIRST place) and find yourself smack in the middle of a garbage fire, pandemical app world.         I really hate the dating apps. Like really, really. Like really, really…really. Hate. AND I KNOW I can’t be alone in this feeling. I mean, there is NO way I am the only one who stepped out there, after hundreds of years married and/or partnered (or other), who opened a dating…

    This picture was taken September 16th, 1970…ten days after my father died. After a horrendous car accident, he lingered in a coma for two weeks and then, mercifully by my estimation, passed. This is the kind of life event that literally is the beginning and end point in a time line, the source of many bad dreams, the topic of a lot of therapy, a lifelong trauma that attaches itself to most of your relationships…friend and otherwise. It is…it is…it is everything. No hyperbole. Even if you were only just about two years old when it occurred. Serious…

About 7 years ago now, I started working on a kid’s cabaret for the Young People’s Theatre in Toronto. When Allen MacInnis (the Artistic Director) asked me to write a cabaret for kids, I was duly flattered, but kept asking myself this: Sharron, what the fuck do YOU have to say to kids…that they would actually listen to? As you might glean from the preceding sentence, I am not a perfect match for the children…which is why Allen said I was exactly the perfect match. Imagine. When I could not seem to circle around any good ideas or experience any…

Since the day I was born….well…wait, let’s start THAT again. Since the day I became conscious of holding a place in the world and began my very human, life long search for happiness, fulfillment and success, such as any of those things are, I feel like I have been balancing on a tight rope. The guidelines to this balancing act, ones I followed like a soldier, are dictated by the THEYS of this world…whoever THEY are…and is as follows: Really like yourself, but…not TOO much. Be confident, but not over confident. Be outspoken, but only to a point. Be pretty,…

I’m a sucker for the marking of dates and anniversaries…some happier and more joyous than others. Case in point, today it’s three years to the day that I found out my ex-husband was cheating on me. I remember, because it’s April 20th…which is 4/20…the day everyone celebrates smoking pot…which is kinda a nice pivot for my future branding of this day. Also, I remember because, for what I can only imagine was some weird hunting and gathering reason, he roasted a chicken for me that day...and I gagged every time I smelled chicken for three solid months after. Also, I…