I imagined the day I would meet my birth mother for a long time.Months. Years. Decades. Forever, it would seem, to my twenty-five year old self.I had it all planned out, you see. It would be a beautiful day (obviously I planned for the weather), and we would have some sort of cheesy picnic or… Continue reading Finally

I’ve grown to be pretty cautious over the years. Once upon a time, I would ride my bicycle as fast as I could down the driveway – feet out to the sides, wind blowing in my face – and I wouldn’t worry a hair on my little head. It was fun, and I was carefree.… Continue reading Chance

Apparently, I do my best thinking in the bathroom – particularly in the bathtub, but I’m sure I’ve hit a stroke of genius while sitting on the throne in the past too.Today, my stroke of genius hit me as I was rubbing coconut oil into my skin and trying to remember what I was going… Continue reading Girlfriend

“Here’s the Father’s Day craft F made today,” she said, smiling and holding a colourful, hand-painted card out to me. “I can tell you since you’re not his father!”I felt my heart sink into my stomach as the daycare teacher’s teenage daughter showed me the masterpiece F had spent his day working on. It was the… Continue reading Happy "Mather’s" Day

I’m inclined to believe that society might have screwed me up.This applies to many things, to be sure, but I’ve found that our youth (a group I’m rapidly outgrowing my membership of) have a very skewed perception of matters related to um, not being a youth. The dreaded G word.Grownup. Yuck, right? I know. Sigh.… Continue reading Grownup