Friends, I know it's been a long while since you've heard from me, and I promise I'll have news about the next installment of The Code and Natalia's continuing adventures soon. In the meantime, there is something that I have been sitting on for 18 months or so, and I think it's about time it… Continue reading An Open Letter to Jason Kenney
Dear Doctor Shandro, I call you doctor because I assume, given your blatant disregard to professionals in the industry, you yourself must be a medical doctor with some level of tenure. Otherwise your obviously loud, mouth-breathing mannerisms would come off as irresponsible and unreasonable and dangerous to the healthcare of Albertans. But that couldn’t be… Continue reading An Open Letter to Tyler Shandro, Alberta Minister of Health
A good writing friend of mine recently alerted me to a wonderful, informative tweet regarding the ideals a woman must adhere to in order to successfully hook a High Value Man. Now, I won't share the tweet itself, only this excerpt, as I believe kicking someone when they are down is unfair. However, I think… Continue reading An Open Letter to Men in Search of High Value Women
My Little Love, Six months ago I called your father at 3 a.m. and gave him the news. It was time. We had suspected it was approaching, given I had lost what I affectionately refer to as my "jelly center" the day prior, but my mom had assured me that it can take up to… Continue reading Adventures in Butternut Squash
Ten months ago I finished a draft for The Code: Book 3. As is tradition I took some time after to question every creative choice if ever made, and berate myself for being generally bad at this whole writing thing. It was meant to pass; it always does. Then I would pick up my red… Continue reading Not Dead Yet
Of words. Of thoughts. Of the indistinguishable hum of your body and the city, moving together, crumbling in tandem. Of your smile through teeth, your laughter through emptiness. Of the definition of your life, laid out before you as a dissembled puzzle needing a steady hand to help you piece it back together. Of the… Continue reading Of
No one celebrates the menial tasks when you have chronic pain. No one celebrates any accomplishment when you have chronic pain, because there is an overarching belief that you should just do it. Bullshit. I want a tickertape parade for getting out of bed every day this week. I want a plaque engraved with Kathleen… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries – The Menial
Dear Doritos, I imagine right about now you are asking yourselves what happened. Why has your glorious decision of soft-ish chips, directed towards the females of the planet, been targeted by trollish harassment and mockery since its announcement. Somewhere, I imagine there is an R&D specialist who is gazing woefully at the trending hashtags of… Continue reading An Open Letter to Doritos- “But is it yogurt flavored?”
Natalia learned how to muffle her crying, how to put on a mask that said to the rest of the world I am a well-adjusted individual. Pay no attention to me. Winter isn't like I remember it. When I was a youngun' in Kelowna I remember heaps of snow that dominated the world. They peaked… Continue reading There is Snow
Or more, let me introduce you to my new favorite obsession. Three years ago it was biker gangs, last year it was viruses. This year is the year of cults, and I am so giddy that my astral cocoon is fit to burst! I've been busy working on Book 3 (reminder, you can buy books… Continue reading Let’s Talk About Cults
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