Look at the Bloody Baboon!

10PM, Me: Babe, are you listening?
Husband: *distractedly scrolling through his phone* Yea.
Me: Here’s the plan for tomorrow. A, then B, you do C, I’ll do D. Okay?
Him: Okay, sounds good!
7AM, Also him: So, what’s the plan?

A Slice of Paradise

Elora is a small town (population under 10,000) in Ontario, just over an hour’s drive northwest of Toronto. It is often dubbed as “Ontario’s best kept secret” and this beautiful, bucolic town was

Taking Flight: The Turning Point Series

This is the Turning Point Series where I recall events in my life that changed the course of my journey in some significant, impactful way. I almost entitled it the TP Series but then thought better of it. Given the state of our world with covid and everything, I didn’t want people to wrongly assume this was the central spot to find the best toilet paper sales in the north (it’s not, btw).

“I can’t possibly do this!” I tearfully cried to my sister on the phone. I was in a frenzy; my thoughts were scattered, and I was beginning to spiral out of control. Typically, in these instances I would start talking myself off that invisible ledge: everything will be okay, it’ll be okay. But in my mind, I was screaming. How? How will this be okay?

I was about to start

New Normal?

“She what??” I furiously texted my sister back as we sat in our own individual cars parked side-by-side. “What do you mean she double-booked?”

My sister and I had been dreaming about this day for some a long ­time now. After a year and a half, we were finally

The Fear

I distinctly remember the light-blue, square tiles that are standard for indoor pools (at least back in the late ‘80s). I was lucky enough to go to an elementary school with an underground pool. (Or was it the neighbouring school down the street that allowed us to use their pool?) It’s quite hazy now as the memory exists in my mind from so long ago. I can’t tell you my exact age but I must have been somewhere in the range of third or fourth grade. The physiological effect of cool, blowing air mixed with water droplets dripping off my body from the mandated pre-swim shower gave me