It was love at first insert. Okay, that’s not the complete truth—there was definitely an adjustment period (badum bum). But, as with any good relationship, it was worth taking the time to find out if we were a good match. Seven years and two DivaCups later, the only thing I’d change is hopping on the Diva train much sooner.
Blissdom 2013: Be the Kindness
October 25, 2013 | 31 Comments
“Your job for the next two days is to be kind.” And whoosh went my heart!
Those were Jennifer Powell’s instructions to the Blissdom Community Leaders at the pre-conference meeting. Blissdom has been my heart conference since attending last year, and when I heard those words, I remembered why.
Speaking at Dare Conference on Courage and Vulnerability
October 13, 2013 | 2 Comments
A year ago I was in a low down place. I believed I was failing at everything and openly talked about it here. I was on the brink of leaving my nine-year teaching career to start a business. A friend shared with Steve that blogging about my stuff maybe wasn’t so great for client relations.
FYI: (if you’re a teenage girl being slut-shamed by Mrs. Hall)
September 5, 2013 | 24 Comments
I broke the cardinal rule and read the comments. This is how I know your teachers and moms in favour of Mrs. Hall’s letter are making it part of family discussions and lessons on digital citizenship.
5 things you don’t know about me
September 4, 2013 | 23 Comments
Finding five unknown things about an over-sharer is no easy task.
solidarity really is for white women and i want to be part of changing that
August 30, 2013 | 10 Comments
I’m embarrassed to admit that I’d never considered my privilege as a white person until about two years ago. Sure, I was aware of racism, but I didn’t stop to connect it to me and the colour of my skin. I didn’t take stock of all the ways I was benefiting from being white:
“As a white person, I realized I had been taught about racism as something which puts others at a disadvantage, but had been taught not to see one of its corollary aspects, white privilege which puts me at an advantage.” —Peggy McIntosh
the asshole dynamic: judge much?
July 23, 2013 | 7 Comments
People who don’t have time to volunteer. EYE ROLL.
People who buy their kids luxury cars. EYE ROLL.
People with purse dogs. EYE ROLL.
People who drive gas-guzzling Hummers. EYE ROLL.
People who are famous and name their newborn after a cardinal direction. EYE ROLL.
People who make us feel like shit. THROAT PUNCH.
We’re better than all those assholes, amirite?
i feel judged because i judge
July 15, 2013 | 16 Comments
I used to think you were judgemental and I wasn’t.
things to do in vancouver
June 15, 2013 | 15 Comments
Metro-Vancouver is an oasis of things to do. Google your heart out and you’ll find the typical touristy suggestions. And they’ll all be fantastic. For reals. But when I travel, I wanna know what the locals do. This gives me better insight into a place. So, here’s my short list of things this local loves—an insider’s look, if you will.
when your mom leaves you on the side of the highway with a bleeding pig
May 30, 2013 | 21 Comments
I was shivering against a farmer’s barbed-wire fence, away from the highway traffic when an older couple pulled over.
The woman rolled down the passenger-side window and asked if I needed a ride with the same tone one might use to ask someone naked if she needed pants.
grieving my loss of faith
May 29, 2013 | 38 Comments
I need space to be angry.
my business partner is better than your business partner
May 18, 2013 | 8 Comments
Do you have a business partner?
Yeah, me too.
how to poo in front of your partner
May 10, 2013 | 35 Comments
Have you been invited to dinner and found yourself suppressing farts throughout the meal? Squeezing your cheeks so tightly your body rises in its chair? And you cross your legs or reach for the butter to disguise the obvious movement? Letting one or two go free, because you sense no amount of squeezing could stop their escape, and too much resistance will result in an exit squeal?
no hiding. just love and celebrating.
May 9, 2013 | 29 Comments
Yesterday I wore a skirt and my black chucks. I felt cute and fresh and young.
In the evening, Emma and I took Sloane to the dog park. I asked her to take a picture of me. Emma is always up for a photo shoot, no matter what side of the camera she’s on. As she positioned herself to take the photo, people appeared from behind the trees at the curve of the trail. I pushed her camera-ed hand down and made her wait until they passed. As if it were a drug deal.
hey dove, I cried, but that doesn’t mean you nailed it
April 22, 2013 | 38 Comments
I’m sort of tired of being told to lighten up. Even if I spill invisible pixie dust on my ratty old pants and proceed to lose my shit, please don’t tell me to lighten up.
run your own fucking marathon: how to deal with jealousy
April 11, 2013 | 49 Comments
I’ve spent almost 38 years jealous of anything that breathes.
I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do. —Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection
Eight years ago I trained for a half marathon with a runner who was faster than me. What was an easy pace for her, left me barely able to manage my end of the conversation during our long Sunday runs. But every Sunday she ran with me and every Sunday I ignored my program pace to keep up.
attending, speaking, gettin’ published. no big deal, yo.
April 3, 2013 | 8 Comments
Terrifying and thrilling things are happening around here. Steve and I quit our jobs to start our own (separate, but complimentary) businesses.
No, you’re crazy!
continue reading… attending, speaking, gettin’ published. no big deal, yo.
a less nerderrific computer history
April 2, 2013 | 2 Comments
Steve has a nerderrific computer history. His family bought their first computer when he was six years old in 1981. It was a TI994a and hooked up to a cassette player and the TV. Bonkers! I told him he should write about it. I’ll make him; I promise.
i was groomed to love street harassment
March 20, 2013 | 6 Comments
I grew up being catcalled. I was groomed to believe it was a compliment I should enjoy. I looked for this form of validation on days I felt especially bad about myself. Embarrassing and true.
I’ve since learned about male privilege and body autonomy.
These days I refer to catcalling as street harassment.
goodbye, jack. i love you.
March 16, 2013 | 14 Comments
Jack left us this morning.