Packing. The last ten days have been, um, interesting. You so easily forget the little bits of emotion you’ve hidden away in your mind, in your home and its contents. As I took paintings off the walls of my house, I also ripped the bandaids that have been covering the wounds left from my break… Continue reading Packed

I hate Roast Beef. There are quite a few foods I’m not particularly fond of – a lot, actually. Roast beef is top of the list, possibly because it was almost always the meal we had when we visited my ex’s family. It was never my favourite meal anyway, but I can remember crowding around… Continue reading Ridin’ Solo

I woke up this morning feeling pretty pleased with myself. Two big suitcases sat jam-packed with my stuff against the wall, a third set on top of a rubbermaid container (mainly to hold said rubbermaid container closed), waiting to be filled. In a little under two hours last night, I managed to pack the clothes… Continue reading Enough

You’ve probably read Good Families Don’t by Robert Munsch. This post really has very little to do with that book, outside of the line, Good families like ours don’t have farts. What would the neighbours say? I remember my mom reading this Munsch classic to me as a child and then, several years later, to… Continue reading Good Families

At 1:07PM on Thursday afternoon, I was running around like a headless chicken. F and I were to get to town, run some errands and get back in time to pick up my brother’s girlfriend. For the umpteenth time in the past few months, my cell phone lit up with BLOCKED dancing across the screen.… Continue reading Fairies Are Real