When I turned the bend on 2015 I flipped 2014 the middle finger putting that September stroke in my rearview mirror. Peace out and don’t come back now, ya hear? My plan was to stay focused on my health, be in the moment and not look too far down the path. I thought I’d do this and things would all work out. What does that even mean anyway? I entitled this post (something I hate doing, coming up with the dang title) Get…
My dad: what’s that stuff you’re spraying in your hair? Me: dry shampoo My dad: you should use febreze ———————————— I’m at home in Canada. They keep it pretty simple where I grew up. People tell it like it is, no one cares if you’re wearing designer anything or blinks an eye if your hair isn’t combed. I like that. When I got on the plane in LA on Monday I felt a whoosh of relief leaving it all behind.…
Yesterday I got up, laid there for a sec to see if my head was still spinning (head, are you still spinning?), swung my legs over the bed and paused. <pause> <pause> <pause> Yep, thar she spins (madly on, for all you Weepies fans). “Must.fight.nausea,” I said to myself while reaching over to pick my softest jeans from the floor, quickly slipping my legs in all in one motion. You can do this. It’s not that bad. Pick something fuzzy, something soothing, something that…
When I was a kid I had a t-shirt that said ‘I’m #3, I don’t try at all’. I got it at the sports shop while I was waiting for my skates to get sharpened aka twiddling my thumbs while my brother picked out more hockey equipment. I loved the sports shop. The owner was nice. He carried lots of cool Nikes, even for girls, and had an unparalleled wall of iron-on decals. On a pretty regular basis my mom would throw…