Grief, rage, second chances and moving on

It's been almost 3 months now since my Dad died. A quarter of a year. A season. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him, or think about him but I know that the last thing he would want me to do is not get on with the business of living. I know this because he told me. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted Q to remember the good times with him and not just the end. So I choose to honour that.  ...more

Will you show me your real?

I've had a lot happen over the past 6 months or so that has really changed the way I see the world around me. I decided this year that I needed to be me, to be real.  Almost a month into it, I will admit that it's been a bit more difficult than I anticipated. I think that it's normal and human to want to portray the very best version of yourself to the outside world and not let anyone see the things that make you appear anything less than perfect. We don't want people to see the dust in the corners or the cracks in the veneer....more

The Hoodie

It was a simple navy blue hoodie. I dug it out of the pile of my Dad's coats and jackets that my Mom had laid out for us to go through before she donated them. I tried it on, looked in the mirror and decided to take it home.  ...more

Without a parent present - independence is not neglect

I read a story  this morning that really bothered me, about parents who are currently being investigated by child services after someone saw their children, aged 10 and 6, walking to the park by themselves. Instead of walking with the children, or taking them home, this "concerned citizen" called the police and expressed concern for their safety. Now the parents are being threatened with having their children taken away by child services for neglect. For letting their kids walk to the park by themselves.  ...more

5 more terrible side effects of exercise

Happy New Year! Yes, yes, I know the new year actually started days ago, but I haven't had a chance to wish you the best for 2015 yet, so let's start off with that, shall we? With New Years come new resolutions, and one of the most common ones is that people want to get fit(ter). There is usually an influx of people rushing off to join a gym to try and work off all of the holiday feasting and boozing and sweet-eating, which is great, unless of course, you are trying to get on a particular machine.  ...more

14 Again

I can still see it now. Sitting on my friend Tammy's bed, with dog-eased copies of Sassy magazine (oh, how I loved Sassy), YM and Seventeen (what, don't tell me you didn't read those as a teenager) in her basement bedroom,  giggling over whatever boy crush we had at the time and planning our next adventures. The radio on in the background, it always was, and this song comes on....more

5 reasons exercise is terrible for you

Have you ever wondered why people love to exercise so much? It looks brutal, people always grimacing in pain and limping around, barely able to lift their arms or walk up a flight of stairs. Pfft. Why would you want to do that to yourself? No sane person would. So I thought long and hard about it and have come up with some reasons why exercise is bad for you....more

I hated my nose

I hated my nose. It was small, flat, wide and people would often tell me it was "cute". I hated it when people said that, or would draw attention to it. It is a Filipino nose, inherited from my Dad's side of the family - that distinctive nose that so many have and makes us easily recognizable when you know what to look for.  ...more

High school dances and the power ballad are what memories are made of

Music is one of those things that can take me right back to a moment in time, upon hearing just a few notes or bars of the song. The opening words of a song can make me a teenager again, back in a school gym or music room or hallway, hearing them for the first time or for the hundredth time. The year was 1992. I was in grade 10 and was either 14 or 15 for most of that year. I had just moved across the field from the Junior High school to the Senior Highschool at the start of that year. I was one of the cool, older kids now.  ...more

It was the night before Tuesday , a bedtime story

It was the night before Tuesday  and all through the houseEveryone was supposed to be sleepingEven the cats and their toy mouse The pillows were fluffed and the blankets were warmIn the hopes that the SandmanSoon worked his charm The child was cuddled all snug in his bedWith visions of dragons dancing through his headI, in my pajamas, with bliss bar and tea...more