Category: Handle with Care 365 2020
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patience IS a WOULD BE virtue
“I hate that song.” “What song?” “‘Patience’ by GnR,” I mutter impatiently. “Oh,” he replies. “I love it.” I have no patience. It’s a wonder I’m a parent. Right now, I’m losing patience over my fake nails making mistakes across the keyboard. Missed keystrokes infuriate me. I took typing class for two hours a day…
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building blocks
step one, step two. three, no four. if I’ve blocked you once, it’s now once more. what I did and why you couldn’t what you said and why I wouldn’t doesn’t even matter, isn’t even fluent here we are, because you blew it. Your profile picture changed today. I noticed and I’m pissed off, even…
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Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves
I don’t know if we’re still angrily punishing Eve for the apple, but at some point we found it sport to demolish other women. Other sisters. For jobs, for men. For other women. For parking spots and promotions and affection and attention. Likes on Social Media. For the sake of cattiness. We became bitches to…
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New gig.
Once, someone said: you just feel like they need to struggle because you did. And really, that couldn’t be further from the truth. But I will say this – we have to allow our loved ones, our friends and our family to fall down. Do it themselves. Make mistakes. We can’t do it for them.…
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vague BOOK ing
I’m the worst for it. And the worst for being remorseful over it. So then I delete it. What is “vaguebooking”? It’s leaving an ominous status on Facebook, that begs people to ask you what’s wrong, or incites overall curiosity. My post today: “Done.” No context, no explanation. Just “done”. And I so rarely post…
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the mixtape
Ah, the mixtape. The mix cassettes I made over my formative teen years is basically a call and answer foreshadow to the woman I became. From tapes, to CDs, and now playlists and soundtracks, mix lists eagerly cultivated a night of romance. Let you scream rage your protest of being grounded. Told someone you were…
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You Didn’t Die
Your pictures are hung on her walls. Memorials, and poems, and paintings, and drawings, and all that I see is you in her home. And in his home. And their home. And that arena. I didn’t know you, and I couldn’t have known you, you were gone before I knew him and them and I…
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the subtle way to keep it real.
“I just know that when you’re in the middle of a moment that you’re writing exactly what you feel. And that may not have any regard for what may come in the future?” “In what regard?” I demanded. I was hot, and my cheeks were burning. I was red. Red in the face with embarrassment,…
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Gaining Perspective
Next month, I trek 65km with Waterloo Region Crossing’s event: The Crossing Trek. When I say it out loud, it seems unreal. 65km in 24 hours in winter? I’d better train. I’d better drink more smoothies, and run more cardio, and hit the gym harder, and do sprints on our property in minus 18 because,…
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finding joy.
I don’t know what it’s like to be diagnosed with depression. But I do know what it’s like to be depressed. Listless. Devoid of joy. Today was a bummer day. You wouldn’t know it, though. Not at least on my radio shows. But I did tailor my programs around looking for the one thing I…
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