Postpartum is hard. I feel like I've said or written that sentence thousands of times. But it is - and it's something that you don't fully comprehend 'till you're there. I was given fair warning regarding pregnancy. The sickness, the acne, the rage. Oh wait until you're nine months and wanna rip the head off… Continue reading Postpartum is Hard
Y'all - long time no talk. The prodigal child hath returned. (That's me, not you. I'm the prodigal child) I've been busy getting married (yay me) and immediately getting myself knocked up. Becoming impregnated has been a fun adventure in everything that's harrowing about the world - like constipation, vomiting and anger. 1.5/10 would not… Continue reading Pregnancy is just. The worst.
I told Twitter that I binge ate 15 cookies today, and they totally didn't judge me. Which is crazy because I judged me, so why not them? I've found myself sneaking around as of late, hoarding cookies and other sugar-based goods like it's communist Russia and I'm on food rations. I've never experienced cravings for… Continue reading Dear Diet: I’m Over You.
As some of you may know, I'm getting married in September. To answer your questions, wedding planning is not really happening at all and no, I'm not nervous. The hubs and I are having a super simple, camping wedding. No catered dinner, painful speeches or horrible Powerpoint presentations where transitions straight out of the 90's… Continue reading Weddings Confuse Me
My teenage angst will never die. I'm sure of it. I can't wait to have miniature version of myself so I can download all my complexes, joys and irritations on this small being that bears a copy of my DNA. With some alterations to it of course. That's why you have kids right? To properly… Continue reading Wake up. Please.
Dear body; It's been a whole 26 years with you and my how the time flies. Your frontal cerebral cortex is fully developed, your feet exhibit the hardened callous of a fearless festival-er and earth walker, and your hands are starting to show the wrinkles of hard use - grasping, painting, washing, and embracing. Fear not, dear… Continue reading A Love Letter to My Body
Today someone asked me if I had a picture of myself. Given that I spend most of my time behind a camera, I was all, "oh probs, and if not - I'm sure I can whip something up real quick like". Turns out, it's not at all 'quick like', and surprisingly challenging. Not just operating… Continue reading The Selfie: A Horrifying Adventure
I remember being younger and staring at my mom as she gets ready in our bathroom. It's one of several houses we lived in, imparting memories in multiple different places. Looking back on it now, I came to know a great many people from all the moves, no matter how challenging they were at the… Continue reading My Mother; My Hero
I was raised liberal. In a sea of extended family members that touted conservatism and gun ownership, my mother and I remained the black sheep of our family - an anomaly. For most of my life I had some pretty standard liberal views, obviously climate change is a thing, pro-choice, pro-affirmative action, anti-dogmatic religion, pro-renewable… Continue reading Just Because You’re a Liberal Doesn’t Mean You’re Tolerant
I live in Southern Alberta y'all (picture below for those who failed geography), which might confuse you since I say y'all constantly. Maybe my heart is in Texas, who knows. Here in Alberta we can have some pretty harsh winters - and every year is the same. Apparently, (according to CBC) the winters here in… Continue reading Winter Amnesia