Deerhurst Resort & Covid-19
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…
I Was Sideswiped By My Own Divorce
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…
I Don’t Actually Forgive You
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…
I Miss Me
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…
840 days
It’s been 840 days since I became officially separated, and though I vaguely recall the early days of feeling like my life was crumbling before me,…
I May Be Dating Myself a Bit Here
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…
“You just think because you don’t yell, you’re not mean.”
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…
I, Pariah
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…
unwanted : happy
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…
There’s Nothing to See Here…
Warning: this post contains depressing talk about a stillbirth. You can skip it, I won’t be offended. On Friday, August 15, 2008 I was just over…