I saw this in last Sunday’s New York Times. It made me laugh out loud and it was too good, and too funny, not to share. It was written by Julia Shiplett, who’s a comedian and writer. Tell me, how many of these excuses seem familiar. Come on, be honest.
The “Eating” illustration is by Rattle, available on Flickr, Continue reading
Although the friend I was with offered to drive me home afterward, I decided to walk. The theatre isn’t that far from where I live; about a 15 minute walk, 25 or 30 if you dawdle and stop to look in store windows.
Plus, it was my idea of perfect weather — sunny, warm, not too hot or humid, with a nice gentle breeze. So we said our Continue reading
I’m just publishing this now, but I wrote it a week ago this past Sunday. I delayed it because a day later tragedy struck Toronto; and at the time it just didn’t feel right to talk about trivialities 24 hours after 10 innocent people were killed and 14 others injured when a disturbed man, who allegedly was angry because he was spurned by women, purposely drove his rented van right into them.
The Sunday this was written I was sitting on a patio — at long last — at my local Starbucks, savouring both the beautiful weather and a tall Pike Place (medium roast coffee). This past Sunday — a mere week later — I awoke to snow. Yes, snow, at the end of April. You’ll be happy to know, today it’s expected to hit 23 celsius (78 degrees Fahrenheit), so all is right with the world again — at least in terms of the weather.
Writing a post celebrating being able to sit on a patio may not seem Continue reading
Senseless tragedy hit Toronto yesterday when a 25-year old man plowed a rented van into innocent people for no reason — 10 people have lost their lives and 15 are injured. There is currently no evidence to suggest terrorism, but that changes nothing for those who died, those who are fighting for their lives in hospitals and their families. See you next week.
Those 10 days every September were sacrosanct, I booked them off almost a year in advance and honestly, short of a disaster there was nothing — and I do mean nothing — that would have caused me to change my plans.
You’ll think I am totally crazy, but I used to buy the 50-movie pass. Yeah, I’d see five to six movies everyday, for 10 straight Continue reading
I’m taking a rest today. I like this better than anything I would have written. Came across it on Sunday in, you guessed it, Maria Shriver’s Sunday Paper. I hope you get as much out of it as I have, we’ve all been there. Cleo Wade is a poet, artist and speaker, with a new book out, “Heart Talk: Poetic Wisdom For a Better Life.”
the way out and the way forward
I loved myself
through what I had
this is how
I stayed afloat
raised above my head
and when I needed
someone to trust
this is how I knew
were helping hands
were hurting hands
Maybe it’s because of all the recent Facebook backlash. Like so many, I’m not happy about the role they played in the Russian meddling and Cambridge Analytica data breech — but am loath to disconnect because it’s such a great way to keep up to date on all the comings and goings of friends and family who live elsewhere.
Maybe it’s because of Easter and Passover. I’ve written before about how we weren’t particularly observant, but we Continue reading
“binlightenment” photo by Jes on Creative Commons
But there has to be a better way than telling the world he dropped his pants so a porn star he invited to his hotel room (while his wife recovered from childbirth and he was also bonking a Playboy Playmate) could “punish” him for spending too much time talking about himself,” by swatting his ass with a magazine that just so Continue reading
I have a new hobby. Actually, maybe it’s less of a hobby and more like therapy. I’ve taken to Twitter. Well, that’s not it, exactly. I’ve been tweeting for ages. I’m now using Twitter to get rid of my aggression and frustration.
For the last few weeks I’ve regularly blasted 45, his daughter-wife, Paul Ryan, Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz. I can’t tell you how good it felt to tell Ivanka to do everyone a favour and go back to stealing shoe designs; and to call Continue reading