My Management Philosophy

(or Am I Girlboss-ing Yet?) I know it's not a standard anniversary that people acknowledge, but four years ago last Friday was my first day as a manager. I remember being absolutely terrified, even though I'd effectively been managing the team for months--the fact that it was now official made it seem a lot harder. ...

The Secret Diary of Julie Palmer: Part 2

(or F--k, I Was an Awkward Pre-teen) I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had some more diary entries to post. These ones are from when I was around middle school age, and they're just as awkward as the first batch--actually, more so. Here they are, with my present-day commentary. August 19, 1994 (10 ...

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Very Superstitious

(or I Know This Makes Me Sound Crazy) I'd like to say that I wasn't always superstitious, but that would be a lie. The first one I remember buying into was the good old "don't step on a crack or you'll break your mother's back." Thankfully I've since outgrown that one (sorry, Mom), but I ...

Favourite Halloween Episodes

(Programming note: I'll be a little light on content for the rest of the week as I prepare a number of Halloween posts for the next couple of weeks. Please bear with me!) My love for Halloween-themed media isn't limited to movies. I also spend this season watching the Halloween episodes of my favourite TV ...

The Kings and I

(or I Guess It's in Bad Taste to Say I'm His "Number One Fan"...) I read my first Stephen King novel at around 12 years old. Although my parents were relatively strict about some things (curfew, in particular), I was always given the freedom to read whatever I wanted. After tearing through The Shining, I ...

My Mental Health Story

(or I Am One of the 1 in 5) (Trigger warning for trauma and suicidal thoughts.) In honour of Mental Illness Awareness Week, I want to share a bit about my struggles with mental illness and my experiences at CAMH. But first, a disclaimer: although I'm very comfortable talking about my own experiences, I won't ...

My Halloween Obsession

(or Ghosts of Halloweens Past) The first time I remember being ridiculously excited for Halloween was when I got to don my She-Ra around the age of 4. My Dad upped the cool factor even further by making me a custom wooden sword; it even had the gemstone in it! (I still have the sword, ...

33, Plus One More

(or That Makes 34) Last year, I wrote about how excited I was to be turning 33, and how I'd learned to give up on the idea that I had to be at a certain point by a certain age. While I still agree wholeheartedly with that sentiment, I'd be lying if I said that ...

The Secret Diary of Julie Palmer

I found some old diaries that prove I was always a weirdo.

Cleaning Out My Closet

My closet is no longer a vortex of horror.

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