I apologetically shrug as I point to my head. “Sorry, menopause brain.” Names? Gone. Appointments? Forgotten. Hippocampus? Swiss cheese. I find myself creating routines because it appears that I am now my own toddler in desperate need of a predictable environment. Sans routine, I come into the kitchen and see our cat Steve go full…
Going to put my weekly pills into my pill cubbies, I realize that I don’t have enough of my anti-falling-down meds on hand to fill the entire week. It’s odd because usually I would have noticed the week before, and left the container on the counter to remind me. No worries, I’ll go onto my…
I clutch the handrail, lifting one foot in front of the other. David follows me, really close – my personal border collie – ensuring that I don’t fall. “I’m good,” I say. I’d give a sloshy thumbs-up, but my left hand is presently holding the other wall. My feet mostly feel the stair treads beneath…
I have been married for almost 23 years. Of those almost 23 years, 22.852 of them have been unreservedly, unabashedly, unquestionably happy. Relationships cannot possibly be all sunshine and roses all of the time. Once you’ve said your “I do’s”, you do not forever exist in a state of “Happily Ever After,” no matter how…
As a grown-ass woman paying down a mortgage/credit line/supporting a child in university, I’ve managed to curb non-essential spending by online window shopping and pinning the fuck out of colourful things on Pinterest; thereby racking up my virtual endorphins rather than my Visa statement. I have evolved in the past 30 years. I have learned…
Today, I popped a rib by NOT making the bed. I calmly moved towards the bed to begin making it, but then figured, Nah, I’ll do this AFTER I exercise. And then, I calmly walked away from the bed. No sudden movements, no being startled, no overly dramatic sneezing – I simply walked away. And then…
So hot. Sweaty. Can’t get enough air into my lungs. Climbing up through sleep knowing one thing is certain: This is it. I have COVID-19. The pit of my stomach fills with panic. I kick one leg out of the blankets, seeking cooler air. The rest of my body feels paralyzed. I have no energy…
It may be my inner Scandinavian talking, but if the government of Ontario needs more money for Education and Healthcare? I’m prepared to pay a little bit more in taxes to help. Because I’m pretty sure that’s what taxes are actually supposed to do. Pay for MRIs and ensure lower class sizes and shorter wait…
Baby, It’s Cold Outside won’t be played on some radio stations, including CBC – CBC News Is Baby It’s Cold Outside an ode to rape that deserves its sudden banishment from Canadian radio? – National Post ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ Banned From Canadian Radio Stations, Too – HuffPost Canada December 2018 – “Baby It’s Cold…
Driving towards Rissa’s university residence, we blithely follow the directions offered by the nice young people in their bright orange safety vests. “Just drive around there folks, and they’ll help you out.” I’m a bit confused – we are still relatively distant from her Residence. But we do it, we drive through the parking lot…