All I Want For Christmas Is Words, Goats And A Chicken

I’ll be honest here. The last little while, I’ve been having a hell of a time with the part of my brain that comes up with thoughts and words and then turns them into blog posts. I don’t exactly know why and I doubt I ever will, but it’s happening and it’s frustrating. Perhaps the …

My Husband Loves His Family, Because He Is A Weird, Broken Person

I don’t spend a lot of time reading advice columns anymore, but now and then I’ll see a headline that catches my eye and I’ll check it out. Such was the case with “My husband has no ‘bros.’ Should I be worried?”, and I’m not sure whether or not I’m glad I did. In a …

Secret Secret, I Got A Secret

I need to confess something, because the TV is slowly driving me insane. There’s this commercial that keeps playing “Mr. Roboto” by Styx, and every time it plays, I want to hide. Here is why. Seven years ago, I was at one of the Toronto accessibility conferences. I attended a session about considering the elderly …

Happy Whatever You Call The Day After Canada Day

Hope everyone is having a nice long weekend. We are, and I’m sure glad that our biggest plans were for yesterday when it turned out to be beautiful and not today when it’s been raining pretty much straight through for the last seven hours. I know some people who are supposed to be at an …