Alex and I are headed to Toronto for secret things I'm not allowed to discuss. It's the first time I've been away from both of my kids, and I'm definitely fine. We're fine. Everything is fine. While I sit in the airport at 5:30 am, my sleep-deprived brain has decided now is the time to… Continue reading New Project Preview “Arro of the Waste”
I don't wish to out myself as a lazy person, or a lazy mother for that matter, but I'm afraid the context of this entire interaction generally supports that claim. It was (mostly) laziness that incentivized me to order from Instacart today. I decided to do so for two reasons: 1) My youngest son has… Continue reading In Which Suspicions are Raised
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
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?”
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
This Saturday, November 4th, 2017, I will be buckling down for another 24 hours of gaming misadventures, all for the Alberta Children's Hospital. I could give you the same schpeel I do every year; this was my home away from home, where I had 4 of my 5 spinal surgeries, where a pseudo-father figure surgeon… Continue reading Extra Life 2017 – Fundraising
The Code Series 