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A Life of Softness

A Life of Softness

Celebrating 12 years of abstinence from bulimia today ❤️ This is the first year where I feel like a completely different person than who I was then—as if the mere thought of that level of self-harm is foreign to me now. I am here for a life of softness. For the past...
Writing the Sweetwoods…

Writing the Sweetwoods…

From book 3, Sweetwood Christmas Zena needed to splash some cold water on her face before she met with this guy. She made her way to the bedroom that was always reserved for her. The nerve of Holly Blake! And how come Miss Divorced from NYC knew about her aunt and...
Lost Without Her

Lost Without Her

  From my WIP… Lily had always been the one to direct their days. That was, perhaps, the biggest adjustment that he had to make when she passed. How to fill the time that she had so capably plotted out for him all those years? He loved routine and...
Congrats.

Congrats.

At precisely 7:55, I begin to close up the gallery. For the past eight hours, I have had one customer (an elderly woman asking to use our washroom) and one phone call (wrong number). This has got to be the least successful art gallery in Canada. But why do I even...
To the Girl

To the Girl

So here I am this morning in my sweats, complete with greasy hair, taking a mirror selfie because I don’t give a shit right now. And, as it turns out, I think not giving a shit is the most helpful thing I can express. Having tween/teen girls in our house means...
Clarity is a Love Language

Clarity is a Love Language

*excerpt from my novel-in-progress, The Lonely People “I don’t have the energy for her,” said Sarah with a flip of her thick brown hair as she and Manfred walked a local, heavily-wooded trail on a mild February afternoon. The sun was high above them,...
How Life Feels

How Life Feels

It’s five minutes before I have to wake the kids, and I don’t want to move too quickly because the dog will wake up, and I want those five minutes desperately. I even tell my bladder to get lost so I can have them. I can hear my son singing in the bathroom...