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Tag Archives: growing up
The sun is shining. It’s disconcerting. A tease. More rain lands on Sunday, if not before. Vancouver’s in the throes of one of its wettest, coldest, greyest springs in recent history. I’ve not worn shorts once this year. I haven’t even entertained the thought of planting basil yet. Today, most of the tech community will convene [...]
I think it’s oddly intriguing I was inspired to write about aging gracefully on International Women’s Day, since there ain’t exactly a lot of women modelling how to age gracefully these days. Liposuction and tucks and Botox, oh my! But there you have it. Get over yourselves, girls. I like getting older. I like it [...]
I sold a sewing machine last night, for far less than I’d wanted to, and found myself ever so emotional after the fact. I remember the day my mother bought that 1917 Singer (Model 027) oak-cabinet sewing machine, some 30 years ago. We’d had a yard sale, with my parents constantly on their “reduce the clutter [...]
It’s all strange. I’m slowly trying to get a life again after taking myself out of the equation for years. Looking for people more up than down, more smart than dumb, more communicative than un, more unmarried than married. That part’s working, it’s fun, but it’s a strange ride, especially since everyone I’ve been meeting [...]
I’m feeling a little blue. I’m getting a stiff back, so I know my mattress needs flipping. I’ve just done that, and have changed my sheets besides. If anything reminds you you’re single, it’s changing the sheets. You’re changing them because it’s been long enough. It’s time. Not because you got hot’n’sweaty and did wrong-but-so-right [...]
Do you ever have those moments when clarity comes up behind you with a baseball bat and beats the hell out of you? You get up, groggy, woozy, disoriented, but shit, you know better now, man. I’ve been avoiding getting into this Vixen thing. The problem with procrastination is that you avoid things so much that you [...]