I wish I could tell you that the end of yesterday's story was the end of my aversion to mirrors, that a miraculous transformation took place, and I suddenly knew my worth. I can't. That's how things happen in the movies, but in real life, these things are shed in...

I'm thinking about mirrors. It started yesterday, with a memory of being in a club of sorts in junior high school in Montreal. It was an extra-curricular thing where a bunch of us auditioned for a program run by Multiculturalism Canada (our school was rife with...

I come to you this morning with nothing, which is how I often come to the page. I begin in the old way I used to, by noticing. There is a bottle of fizzy water to my right, made in a Sodastream, which was a birthday gift from my ex. I am addicted to carbonated water,...

There's a beautiful song by Alanis Morrissette called "Unsent" that I am absolutely in love with. I don't know what brought it up for me. Maybe it was the painting I did recently that featured lyrics from her other astoundingly beautiful song "Thank You", but whatever...

This will have to be a quick one since my Tax rep is making heavy demands on me today (do I LOOK LIKE A BOOK KEEPER? Sheesh! *Goes batshit and crosseyed while looking at numbers*) So, anyway, as you probably know, I am an eternal student, and I can't function happily...

  Last year in September, my blogging friends and I blogged every day in September and lived to tell the tale. I did some of my best writing during that thirty days, and got clear on a lot of what was going on inside and around me. It was incredibly therapeutic....