Nadya Writes Things.
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THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)
My second year of being in tap lessons. There we were. The “Tap” promotional campaign that involved–oddly enough–tap, and I had made it to the Saturday finals. My rivals were many; their talents were intimidating. I had only been slapping my shoes against hardwood for three years; they had been doing this since they were…
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Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor
Yes. That is me after winning a musical theatre award for some number called “Vaudeville.” I was about eleven here. This year of our antichrist, 2024–one of the most challenging but transformative epochs to date–marks the 45th anniversary of Coquitlam Centre. What’s that, you may ask with soaring ignorance? Why, it’s exactly what it sounds…
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“A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“
…hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…
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This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.
1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…
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![What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]](https://nadyavera.blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/sexy-legs-600x400-1.jpg?w=600)
What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]
No, really. What happened to sexy legs? Do we not care about sexy legs anymore? I sure care about them. And considering it’s summertime–the worst time of year without a doubt–we should be thinking about, and admiring, all sorts of sexy legs. Yet here we are, not even giving them a second thought, and…
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Was today typical?
Sure. Now, please define “typical” for me. I’m not ever going to share intense details of my personal life, I’m not going to talk about my struggles, I’m not going to brag about my small victories, and I’m not going to give details about what I ate, thought, or did. This is a stoopid writing…
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Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews
I don’t have much in this life, but I do have cleavage. Smoke ’em if you got ’em. This summer feels as though it’s been carrying on for months now, and it’s not even August. I’m not sure why this is, since the year overall feels like it was strapped to a rocket and launched…
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![The Great Grime of Granville Strip [UPDATED ONE DAY LATER…]](https://nadyavera.blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/granville.jpg?w=1024)
The Great Grime of Granville Strip [UPDATED ONE DAY LATER…]
I’ve been immersing myself in all sorts of things Vancouver-related, largely because I’m stuck here. I know, I know: there are worse places to be stuck, and no matter the myriad challenges that life can throw at you (my second cousin, a Saskatchewan boy and therefore one of the most down-to-earth people I know, listened…
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Okay, that was that. Let’s go, kids!
Well, it happens. We fall into states of misery and rumination, and then we read a bunch of spiritual tomes, and we watch some Up With People videos, and we shove some Haribo candy into our mouths, and we stare at our pets for hours, and our loved ones assure us we’re loved, and ka-blam!…
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Crazy From The Heat
I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…
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