There is an old Victorian tradition of telling ghost stories on Christmas Eve. I don’t fully understand why this was a tradition or the significance of it to Christmas, only that it some of the lyrics in this classic makes more sense knowing this bit of history and even the infamous Christmas classic A Christmas Carol as …

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I’ve talked about dead women a few times on this blog, usually in relation to dead mothers, a trope I’ve become a lot more aware of since my mom died. When I wrote about the dead mom’s trope I counted seventeen different T.V. shows and movies that have characters with dead moms or use the …

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This past weekend I volunteered at the Grit Lit Festival, a local literary festival that celebrates Canadian authors. I’d gone for fun for a few years and absolutely loved listening to authors discuss and speak about their works and other issues, and obviously finding (and buying) new books to read. So after getting some emails …

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I’ve been doing this thing and I’ve only recently realized I’m doing it. I’m apologizing. And maybe that seems normal because I’m Canadian and I’m just living the stereotype. Maybe apologizing doesn’t seem like a bad thing because it’s good to know when to say you’re sorry because a lot of people don’t. You apologize …

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I’m not very good at remembering certain things I’ve done; or rather I’m not great at remembering achievements. It’s not that I have a bad memory; it’s actually pretty good (unless it’s remembering people, then its bad). It’s just that I Maybe I just have too high standards for myself, whatever the reason I wanted …

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In 2017 I had a lot of weird interactions with guys. I know that was a year ago, nearly two now since it’s literally the day before 2019, but they’re memorable nonetheless, and unfortunately relevant in what seems to be an unpredictable never-ending pattern of my life.

I have nothing to say today. But that isn’t completely true, because I’m writing this post and forcing myself to write about how I have nothing to say, which means I do have something to say but it’s about nothing.