“So, are you guys trying?” Trying. Ugh. It always feels weird to say it. Once I was married, suddenly everyone was interested to know whether my husband and I were “trying,” inquiring in an easy tone like they were simply…Read more

 

 

Every Christmas, throughout my high school and university years, I added one more weird holiday job to the list of strange things I’ve done for money. I’ve doled out expired and melting lipstick to desperate and slightly…

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I don’t know about you, but on occasion I find myself in a situation where I start to look for hidden cameras. It is a situation that I feel can’t possibly be happening in the realm of reality, so I…Read more

 

 

You haven’t lived until you have lived with a horny Iguana.

My first year out of University, in the early spring, I landed a role in a play in Kitchener, Ontario. I had never been to Kitchener, though…

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My grandparents both grew up in New York. My grandmother told me stories of how she worked as an accounting clerk at Macy’s in the ‘30s. She also remembered when a small plane flew into the Empire State building about…Read more

The wedding itself was an extraordinary day. An amazing day. The best part for me was when I entered, flanked by my mom and dad, seeing all my friends and family look up at me with this joy-grief-hope-love expression on…Read more

I can still see my classmates from the University of Toronto rolling their eyes. “Ugh, she’s talking about Norway again… hurrgenn flurrgenn blerrrrg.” I would quickly shut my trap and change the subject.

In the year before I started…Read more

I wish I could say that friends set us up. I wish I could say that I bumped into him on a rainy afternoon in Paris and he carried my bags back to my lavish French apartment. I wish I…Read more

As a good, polite Canadian, I spend a fair amount of time wishing I were cooler and having a laugh at my own expense.

This does however put me in some precarious emotional spots. As I am more likely…Read more

Go ahead. Laugh. Please, it would make me feel a little less filthy.

I never thought I would do it. I guffawed snobbishly at those who had done it. But before I could back out, at the ripe age…Read more

When I sing, I like to wear vintage clothing. And I don't mean obscure-small-town-t-ball-champs-of-1984-t-shirt vintage. I mean, I like to seek out a gem of an outfit, something classy and fitted to suit the music I sing. Vintage dresses just…Read more

I’m not fat! I know that. But listen, I’m not 'skinny.' But I’m usually okay with that. When I was twelve, I was skinny. But as many girls afflicted with poor body image, I didn’t think I was skinny. As…Read more