Human in Recovery, being the wicked-cool bloggess she is, started the Courageous Confessionals Blog Award. It’s an effort to recognize someone who is “on a personal journey of healing, wholeness, and community through sharing your… Read More
Like many people, I get paid to do stuff. I wish I got paid to do nothing, like Paris Hilton, or a Montreal Police Officer, but until that dream comes true, I gotta… Read More
Though I might just be hypomanic. Regardless, I’m madly in love with my new neighbourhood. It’s full of life; useful shops within walking distance, friendly people, families, parks, restaurants, painted alleyways, chatty old… Read More
CHAPTER 1: We Gave it our Best Shot As you may already know, I use cliches we moved. We had no shortage of good reasons for uprooting our physical lives and relocating, but perhaps… Read More
We moved. Boxes, not bowels. There was a time when all my worldly possessions fit into a van. That time is gone, and now I have 873 liquor boxes filled with junk. You… Read More
