19th Nervous Breakdown (in the grocery store); Thirty-Five Weeks In

The province announced what I am going to call a very mini-shutdown on Friday the 13th, and it called to mind the last Friday the 13th, eight months ago, when the very mini-shutdown led to the total big shutdown. It’s enough to make a person turn superstitious. I’ve been oscillating between despair that a mini-shutdown […]

The Return of Tiny Secret Festive Season; Thirty-Four Weeks In

Last Thursday, in a single adrenaline-fuelled afternoon, I finished my Christmas shopping. I do most of my shopping online, but there are always a few things that I want to physically look at, hence last Thursday’s trip to the mall. The mall, you guys. The mall. One thing I will say about the mall is […]

Halloween and Blue Moon Rising; Thirty-Three Weeks In

There was a war going on in our neighbourhood and my husband declared himself the winner. So how was your Halloween? We had about 25 Trick or Treaters, which was a great number for our street. Our neighbours told me that they each had about six, and so I think kids were only going to […]

Dressy Sweatpants and Mom Jeans; Thirty-Two Weeks In

I absolutely appreciate when companies know their customers; I love when businesses see an opportunity and seize it, particularly this year. It’s a Read The Room kind of thing; find out what the people want and give it to them. Which is why I find it endlessly entertaining, the advertisements that I have been getting […]

She Died The Way She Lived, Standing In Line At Costco; Thirty and Thirty-One Weeks In

I am not the type of person to talk about dreams or analyze dreams, but last night I dreamt I had a black cat, which I bathed, and subsequently the cat turned white. Then, as its fur dried, it went from white to grey, and back to black. The whole time, the cat was cuddling […]

Everything’s Coming Up Milhouse; Twenty-Nine Weeks In

Two incredible things of note happened this week: I got excused from jury duty, and my son shaved off his moustache. I am a woman who believes strongly in body autonomy, and that everyone should be able to express themselves via personal style, and yet. Yet I am happy that he – voluntarily, I hasten […]

One More For The Road; Twenty-Eight Weeks In

As anyone who knows me is aware, I always have a song stuck in my head. Always. I like to think of it as the Soundtrack of My Life. The last few months, I have had snippets of the Hamilton soundtrack stuck in my head, and not just the big ones like Here comes the […]