Category: Personal

Someone Else

You know that really aggressive kind of nostalgia? The type that causes an actual physical ache, like invisible strings constricting around you, tugging you back towards that time? Facebook spit out one of those memories for me this morning. I've always been a fan of pop music, even back when I'd get trampled on the ...

Prozac Update 2: Guess Who’s Back?

In honour of World Mental Health Day, I thought I'd write a quick update on my journey with Prozac. You might remember that around this time last year, I had successfully come off of Prozac. In that post, I mentioned that I'd take it again if I ever needed to. To quote myself (ugh, that ...

Oh, hey

Well... it's been a while. Like, nearly five months. Although I'd planned to let myself have a bit of a break, I hadn't thought it would be quite this long. So where have I been? Well, simply put, I got a little burned out on the whole blogging thing. What started as a fun pastime ...

Just My Luck

Last week, I got a brief respite from my crazy work schedule to spend some time with Fiona. We spent Thursday evening at East Love, a fundraiser for the Red Door Family Shelter here in Toronto. The event included a raffle, for which they were only selling a limited number of tickets. Those who purchased ...

Knitting as Meditation

I first learned to knit back in 2007. I was working my first job after graduation, and I was looking to make friends. There was a group of women in the department who'd started a knitting club. They were really cool--and I really wanted to hang with them--so I decided to join. The first time ...

Mini Break

I've decided to take a mini break from blogging this week. My day job is insane right now, so I'll be putting in lots of extra hours there. To make sure that I have balance in the rest of my life, I need to step away briefly. I'll be back to my regular posting schedule ...

Um, I Was Talking

It's a running joke in my family how much I hate being interrupted. You might think it's not something that would come up that often, but my Dad has a bad habit of pointing out a bird in the backyard when someone's mid-sentence. He doesn't mean to do it; he just gets really excited about ...