four breaths in….

As i sit at my writing desk to do just that, it becomes tragically clear: i can’t. Day after day i sit, while my ink turns dry as my mouth in unanswered anticipation. My mind, full of urgency, sends a million ideas racing under my skin desperate to be seen but they flood and drown…

done

I’ve done forty-three years on this earth.in this body.in this mind.in this ill-fitting skin. And I have found joy in every corner, crevice and conviction. But there are some days, ways and power-playsfor which I am done. And so today I breathe into my too-tight, not-quite-right skinfree to walk this earth another yearcompletely and joyfully…

Happy Anniversary

I’m reposting (below) an article I wrote for Stigma Fighters about the initial 24 hours (ish) following the death of my ex-partner/father of my kids. Today is the 5th anniversary of his death and no matter how hard I try to ignore it – I can’t. It physically seeps into my entire being. Also, his…

Building something good takes (an annoying amount of) time

Allow me to preface this by saying I hate vague & cryptic social media posts… *ahem.. 💫💫💫 I’m building something. It’s not exactly a business… business sounds too corporate. It’s more of a passion project… though passion project sounds too optional. Whatever it is, it’s both breeding from and feeding my soul. 💫💫💫 Trust me,…

Spring Rage

Spring has sprung. The birds are singing. The sun is warmer. And I am angry. It’s been a long, cold, hard six months. I’ve spent them buried under heaps of winter hibernation trying to get through each day and put on pants, and leave the house and talk to people. But I’m starting to thaw…

Collapsed.

Lucy and I had a heart-to-heart the other day. “Well Goose, this is one of the last days with just the two of us hanging out while the kids at school. Our quiet snuggling days are coming to an end.” She stared straight ahead in repudiation, but her ear twitched so I knew she heard…

This is my story.

This summer, as part of my Stories from the Field course in the Expressive Arts program at Haliburton School of Art and Design; I created this character, found her voice and wrote her story.   xo, e Twitter: @pixiepaperdoll7 Instagram: @pixiepaperdoll #TeamAdventurers

Sunday morning pancakes; Belonging Cookbook

I am so pleased to volunteer with Nourish Project with their Belonging Cookbook.  We are collecting recipes from our community members … but not just any recipes.. recipes for belonging. We believe food has the power to transform our everyday lives and bring communities together. Is there a meal or a dish that brings you…

I’m Aware.

It’s Suicide Awareness Month and let me tell you, I’m aware. I understand the benefit and importance of such months but sometimes I just want to say ‘go fuck yourself, September.’ In part because much of what I see on the internet, indicates that if we were to just listen more, we could save the…

a month without milk

They’re back. After 13 days (and 13 nights) my kids are home from their grandparent’s camp. They left the day after we returned from a 2 week family camping trip (see previous post) and so needless to say, the last month has been completely out of the ordinary. Look, I have more experience than the…