There’s a question people keep asking about the Ghomeshi trial, and I was up most of last night trying to think of how to answer it. I finally shut my brain off by picturing, in as much detail as possible, a solid wall of packed dirt in the dark above me. I spent the rest… Continue reading Fools and Liars: In Which I Tell the Truth
Ways to celebrate International Women’s Day: Concoct a potion of lavender and the shattered glass of ceilings your friends and foremothers smashed through, drink it down and digest it because of your rock solid gut. Get yourself a grass-fed, hormone-free steak from a local farmer and feast of the insecurities of the patriarchy. Buy yourself… Continue reading Happy International Women’s Day
My story without apologizing for bringing down the mood. A room at the Brentwood Bay Lodge & Spa without flashbacks. A wander through a Rexall without shame. A Halloween with someone without thinking “this time x years ago I was…” https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/extreme-self-care-for-modern-ladies?utm_source=broadlyfbuk
When the harshness of your day catches up to youAnd stabs you through the chest, Step back from the heat. Pull together the strings that lace your Self worth together And find them intact, Unfrayed (A little frayed) But woven together by the tightest fibres; Some strands for all the nights you spent awake Devastated… Continue reading Because I felt alone once, and I don’t want her to feel more alone that necessary.
When I first stepped towards the light… That is when I first took a massive, shuddering step out of the bog of remorse and self-hatred, I lay in bed for hours. It was a Monday. I missed school that morning. I missed school that morning and I took a massive, shuddering step out of the… Continue reading Because Love.
I feel like I’m breaking up with you. I’ve been sitting on cross-legged on the floor by the wood stove, (laptop resting above my moosehide mocassins) for the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you that I’m leaving. This is kind of the last minute. My sled is packed and tied, there… Continue reading In Which Our Dubious Heroine Runs Away and Invites You To Do Her Job
The memory came back last week, and it surprised me. I was seventeen. We were just friends. One evening in his parents’ basement he slid his hand down my pants and into my underwear, and I told him “no” and “don’t” multiple times before there was enough anger in my voice to make him stop.… Continue reading Men Explain Compassion to Me