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….

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…

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…

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,…

even the strongest sometimes ‘can’t’

I woke up this morning from a devastating dream. I dream every night. Some dreams are so real, and so vivid, that I wonder if I should pen to paper all that I saw and churn out a series of books, or novels a la Twilight. Typically, I have to give my head a solid shake…

Under pressure

“Are you typing?” he asks from the road. “You won’t have a lot of time to finish if you’re not already. It’s a bit slippery out today, and you’ll need extra time to drive in.” “I’m not, and I don’t want to,” I pout into the phone, yanking the covers up the bed. Who the…

hot tubs are gross.

That’s okay, you don’t have to agree. I don’t use them very often. And if I do, I’m typically by myself. I also am secretly fascinated by Disney, but can’t justify the cost. No matter how many times I’ve gone through the motions of trying to organize a trip to go. From driving, to meal…

When the stars go blue

Not every blog is going to churn out as a manifesto. But sometimes, even when I’m running late, and my head is pounding, there’s something that’s begging to be written. And said. And told. We were at Walmart of all places the other day. I think it might have actually been our first time at…

The Importance of the Bathroom Box

When I moved to Kingston, I was 35, and I’d never lived anywhere else. Yeah, I’d had a previous address in a different part of the province when I was a kid. But I’d moved up to Kitchener when I was 12, and my formative years were spent in the tricities, calling them home, planting roots,…

Settling the Score, Part II (Rebel Soul)

Jan is not a unicorn. It’s that we’ve become so accustomed to the mundane, that anything which seers the mediocrity must be magic. I’ve been richly blessed by the love of my best friend. Wholly, fully, completely, without judgement or reservation. He cooks, and cleans, and works hard. He owns a home, and a truck,…