So, that was a MONTH. Even as a Canadian, I felt all the crushing disappointment and raw despair that came after the election results. I know so many incredible and diverse Americans who I adore and who I had no words for. I could only send Internet emojis and the offer of my couch or inane stories if they needed a break. This month, more than any month that I can remember, I used Netflix to escape.Read More
Do you think one day in the future we will give high fives as Christmas presents? Maybe?
I am not a Grinch or Scrooge by any stretch. I am merely very easily stressed out and I torture myself to find the perfect gift for everyone I love and guess what? THEY ARE PICKY WEIRDOS. Who I love. Oh so very much.Read More
I grew up dreaming that as an adult I would own a house. As of today, that particular dream has not come true. And probably never will. (I also dreamed about being Mrs. Corey Haim and filling out a B cup so I should be used to my dreams being doused in animal urine and set aflame in a compost bin filled with huntsman spiders.)Read More
I feel like every October is a trying month with the amount of wet wetness and dark mornings and that sinking feeling that I once again do not have a cool adult Halloween costume for myself.
October 2016 had a few unique surprises up its asshole sleeve.Read More
Stella and I just had birthdays. She is six and, based on the purple storm clouds under my eyes and unwillingness to learn how to pronounce "bae," I am 106, or so.
When I was a kid, lots of things were very different. Dungarees was a word and a thing. So was "Beta" and "nards" and "Loni Anderson."Read More