• Happy Sagittarius.

    Happy Sagittarius.

    Cookin’ and countin’ down to 50 years old. Just a few more weeks now… We are indeed officially in the month of the archer, which is my sign, which is always a pretty terrific time of year for one and all. Between the burning-a-hole-into-you intensity of Scorpio and the stick-in-the-mud seriousness of Capricorn lies the…

  • I Really Tried My Best.

    I Really Tried My Best.

    My favourite day of the whole summer. I did.  I absolutely gave it the old SFU try.  I documented it in this blog post, where I managed to somehow pull myself up and out of the summertime blues–blues?  More like suicidal despair–and do my damndest to embrace it.  Morning Seawall walks!  Amusing public art!  Meditations! …

  • I’m Writing!

    I’m Writing!

    It’s like my brain has been completely broiled by the worst season of them all.   …but the only reason I can actually sit down and type something out today is because I actually woke up to some cool, cloudy weather after being slowly roasted to death over the last several days, and so I am…

  • COVID Hellscape

    COVID Hellscape

    On a plane in 2022, where I could sit a couple of inches from someone in a sealed tube way up in the sky during a supposedly horror-movie-like sweeping pandemic. That flimsy, dirty mask would allegedly save my life, though. The COVID-19 pandemic didn’t affect me as profoundly as it did other people; I never…

  • Self care? DON’T care!

    Self care? DON’T care!

    I’m being good to myself. One thing I’ve been told for as long as I can remember is that I’m really, really hard on myself. And it’s easy to be hard.  But I actually just think I’m strong enough and ambitious enough to navigate life, which is a battlefield.  Didn’t Pat Benatar say that?  Or…

  • I Am The Cosmos

    I Am The Cosmos

    I’ve been tackling my (first) book with enthusiasm, and it’s been pretty astonishing how readily the stories and experiences have been rushing back to me, all of them in a helpfully linear fashion.  I have duffel bags and duffel bags containing years and years of journals (“diaries” just sounds so juvenile) to aid me in…

  • When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago.  I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…

  • Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    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…