It’s 7:58 a.m. and I’m looking around the living room/dining room/kitchen in my apartment wondering, “how the hell did I amass all of this crap?” Of course I know how. A garage sale here, a book sale there, Christmas, birthdays, technology upgrades, my inability to get rid of a piece of furniture that has sentimental value, but that I can’t even sit in because it’s so uncomfortable, retail “therapy”. The truth is that I haven’t spent a lot of money on this stuff—most of my furniture was given to my husband and I or bought second-hand and refinished—but it’s all...Read More
This is a stressful and ridiculous time of year. I’ve started turning off notifications for things, stopped checking my alternate email (the one where I keep all the newsletters and promo emails), and am avoiding regular television, magazines, and malls like the plague. It’s still a few weeks away from Black Friday/Cyber Monday/Giving Tuesday, and already companies are holding sales and sending coupons and donation reminders. It’s just nuts. If I could ask for anything for Christmas it would be to stop asking me what I want for Christmas. Sure, I take part in holiday gift-giving, which makes me a...Read More
I’m here chilling out with an iced mocha while a flourish of rainbow-clad pride festival-goers orders coffee and sweets on their way to a day-time street dance. This is my home for a week, a tiny island I’ve retreated to, where it’s easier to find an honour-system produce stand on the side of the road than a phone signal. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, it’s a good place to press “publish” on Own Up Grown-Up. I’m jacked-up on the divine combination of caffeine and chocolate, and of finally launching this thing that has been brewing in my head for years. But...Read More
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