The REAL Worst Dinner Guest Ever: A True Story

A year ago someone shared with me an amazing quote from Anne Lamott to help encourage me to tell my stories:

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them they should have behaved better.”

Here is another one.

After posting my reminiscent The Worst Dinner Guest Ever post I was reminded about the REAL worst dinner guest ever… Continue reading

I Had a Dream: Girl I Used to Know

The street is asleep, no vehicles, no exterior lights, only a flickering faint glow from one of the street lights. I’m walking outside a few houses down from my house. I’m wearing a light weight winter coat it feels like spring is on its way. My face is warm, without a scarf, my hands aren’t chilled and they wear no gloves. The ground is covered with snow, sporting a hard icy shell from melting and freezing a few times.

I’m not alone, someone walks silently next to me. We are headed somewhere in the middle of the darkness together, I am uncertain where; but we have purpose.

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My Breakfast Shake “Recipe”

I was recently trying to describe the basics of my breakfast shake to a friend and I realized its more complicated than I thought. I have gotten so used to it since I’ve been making it every morning for the last 3 or 4 years. So the easiest way for me to share it with her, is to also share it with you!

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The Root of my Adult Envy: a Fair Parent

My dad was always fair, too fair. As a child my sister and I always got the same presents. Even on each other’s birthdays. Family relatives were told the if they wanted to buy one of us a birthday gift that they were also to buy the other sister the same gift.  Kinda crazy right?

At Christmas we had to open presents together, because we were both getting the same thing. 2 boxes, same toy inside. It’s a good thing we’re both girls – or it could have gotten interesting. As you can imagine as we got older we stopped being okay with the same gifts – our interests were no longer in the same stream of toys. But my Dad insisted in fairness. If my sister’s gift was even slightly more expensive than mine I would receive a cheque for the difference. Oh, and here’s $10 dollars for the difference.

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