Oh, Deerhurst Resort, this isn’t the post I felt like making, especially in middle of this whole Coronavirus pandemic. I’ve been blogging for almost 20 years (holy…

Ahh, sometimes I miss my smug married life. I’d been married for 11 years, to the person I thought was my very best friend. We had similar interests, we laughed together, worked…

Here’s the thing, my friends: forgiveness is overrated. We are told constantly that in order to move beyond hurt, we must forgive. We’re taught that somehow…

So many times I’ve opened up this window and stared blankly at the blinking cursor. What do I even have to say anymore? What’s the point in blogging when, let’s…

The most romantic date of my life ending with me walking in the chilly February rain, without proper boots and carrying no umbrella. I’ve walked in the rain (on dates even)…

I was watching Knocked Up (because I actually have terrible taste in movies and love that one) and when Debbie says, “You just think because you don’t…

I was married for 11 years, and with that man for almost 20. Barrelling into midlife was predictably tumultuous for me, but I felt that, by 40, at least my marriage was ready to…

As a child, I’d throw tantrums so epic, my mother started recording them on tapes for me to listen to later, to show me just how irrational I’d been. As a teen,…

Shh, don’t tell people that! What’ll they think? Keep more secrets, be mysterious, stop telling the world your problems. Why do I overshare? Where is my shame? Why do…

Awhile ago, a reporter reached out to me about the Show Me Your Brave project. The project was something I started rather casually (and quite by accident), collecting stories of…