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Candy is a food group.
Growing up, I was lucky to have parents who worked full-time, yet came home to cook a nutritious dinner for us every single night. Our meals were standard fare–salads were always on the table, every single night, along with some version of chicken, potatoes, pasta, meatloaf, Doukhobor vegetarian food–while the memorable things that stick out…
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Favourite (with a “u,” please) Book From Childhood Was…
Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren. I wish I could remember how I first heard about it or got hold of it. Actually, strike that: I now completely remember. Our elementary-school librarian, Ms. Boniface, used to gather the first- and second-grade students together a few times a week to read aloud to us from her books…
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I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!
[Header pic: very old, but the only appropriate one I could find] …and by that, I mean I couldn’t complete the half-marathon I wanted to tackle on May 5. Not even “couldn’t complete” it; I didn’t even do it. A goal that I had set for myself one year prior was decimated thanks to a…
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La Pura Muerte: The Dastardly Conclusion
Lots and lots of happy dramatic license employed in this entry. Oh, and header photo taken at the dinner I had with Jem the night before I stared down both the red guy and his pitchfork, and the robed one with a beard and a mighty forefinger. Were we ever so young?? And that dinner…
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La Pura Vida? La Pura MUERTE! (Part One)
(Header pic: Francisco de Goya, The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters) I feel as though I haven’t been posting as regularly as I should here, because based on what I’m seeing and hearing, there has been a steady increase in readership and / or curiosity: thank you endlessly and kindly for checking out my scribbling,…
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Gabba Gabba Nope!
The above picture was taken during the construction of my giant wall collage back when I was in teen-dream wonderland, featuring one Joey “Future Husband” Ramone. You can see a black-and-white portrait of him towards the right, next to the HAIR poster; there’s Ramones stuff on the left concealed by the black chiffon scarf that…
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TEENAGE LOBOTOMY
I want to preface this by saying that this piece is full of music links, and you really need to click on all of them, even if to absorb what they are for a few seconds. The music enhances the entire 90s experience that I am writing about, and I would have been remiss in…
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I am not the colonoscopy Vera.
. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good old life-saving colonoscopy. Earlier this week, I typed my blog domain name into Bing–which is the default search engine for my weird Amazon Fire tablet that was given to me as a gift a few years ago–and right below the link to this here site was…
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More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity
There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave. It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while. I’m an adventurous gal. I’ve lived and traveled around the world. I…
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Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on
Let’s get it out of the way: yes. That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice. I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass. It’s to show…
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