I’m not even sure how to start this or where this is going to end up but I’m sure that once I let my mind wander with thoughts of you, words will spill uncontrollably onto this pad of paper, the way you spill uncontrollably….well, you know what I’m saying. It’s so cliché, but from that … More Dear Sir…
It’s currently 4:55 a.m. and I’m laying in one of Trillium Mississauga’s beds, hooked up to a heart monitor, ECG machine (aren’t they the same thing?!), the blood pressure machine and an IV drip. And no one knows I’m here. Except my son, who happened to be awake at 3 a.m. I swear he’s his … More I’m Too Tired To Think Of A Title…
It’s my birthday tomorrow. And maybe it’s because I’m turning a “big, round number” but I’m reflecting. I have a folder in my email titled “Things Worth Saving” and decided to peruse through it. Wow. I don’t want to call it a mistake but it’s got me all nostalgic and shit. Emails I’ve sent and … More Big, Round Number.
I don’t do reviews. I have opinions that I’d rather keep to myself, unless an opinion is asked of me of course. But let it be told that this is in no way, shape, or form a review. I don’t read erotica. Aside from Anne Rice’s “Exit to Eden” when I was 20 years old, … More How Many Shades Are You?
I just received a call from my youngest son’s school principal. Apparently, a 13-year old girl took a nude photo of herself and forwarded it to her crush who forwarded it to a friend who forwarded it to a friend who forwarded it to my son. The principal wanted to let me know that police … More Hug Your Children.
For those of you who know me in real life and know how loud and annoying I can be when I’m talking about something I’m feeling extra strongly about, picture that voice now. Dear 2011; You sucked some big, ugly ass. Seriously. I’m trying to go through all the months in order really slowly in … More Dear 2011…..
It’s September. Fall is around the corner. This excites me. I get to prepare for hibernation. Here’s my deal: I met and married my husband by the time I was 21. I had my 2 children back to back within 20 months. I owned my first home at 24 years of age. Imagine what my … More So I’m Selfish. And?!