full of thanks

In the spirit of American Thanksgiving (or you know, the cultural genocide of a whole indigenous people WHO WERE THERE FIRST DAMMIT!), here are a few things I am thankful for this week:

I love my bedroom so much!   #myliteralhappyplace

I love my bedroom so much! #myliteralhappyplace

  • Clean sheet day combined with new duvet cover day! I can’t wait to go to bed.

  • Spending about $100 less than usual on groceries because I went to the Real Canadian Wholesale Club for the first time tonight and I think it may be my new favourite place for food shopping because they also have other cool things like mega packs of post-it notes and more vegan options than Costco and both my other regular stores!

  • Buying well made clothing from local companies like Gus Sloan, because Lauren is amazing and she let me come and try on all the LBJs (Little Black Jumpsuits) until I found the perfect one for me! Pics to come shortly - because I am short and needed it hemmed! Until then, check out her website and if you are on the hunt for an easy to dress up outfit for all those upcoming holiday parties, the Limited Edition Holiday LBJ is the perfect solution to this problem!

  • All the Black Friday emails from every list or shop or whatever-have-you I have ever subscribed to - BECAUSE I AM UNSUBSCRIBING FROM IT ALL ON SATURDAY!

  • A solid plan for Christmas celebrations with both of our families, that includes everyone and, fingers crossed, keeps everyone happy! (Now to get a certain someone on board with my need for a new “upstairs” tree! I’ve got my eye on something like this!)

This one from Michael’s  would be PERFECT!

This one from Michael’s would be PERFECT!

Now, I hope all your dinners went off without too may hitches, no one got into a fist fight over politics, you hugged and laughed and loved all of your peoples, and everyone realized how very fortunate we are to have the things we have (food, shelter, loved ones).

Now, I am off to that gorgeous bed to snuggle my gorgeous partner and sleep a glorious sleep!





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soul medicine

Music takes me to good places.

Places where I move, and I am moved, and then cry, and love, and remember, and then cry some more.

Music can also gets me out of a bad place, and for various reasons, this week, I’ve been in some bad places. Sad places, mad places, places that make me want to curl up and not participate in the regularly scheduled program that is my life. (You get that these “places” are in my mind right?)

Today I wanted out of those places.

And so this day is brought to you by two albums I have been listening to on repeat all damn day long.

The first is the re-imagined soundtrack of The Greatest Showman. A beautiful movie, incredibly well-done, about a super-duper problematic white dude who abused and exploited many of his performers and animals.

AND RIGHT NOW I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT, because I LOVE this soundtrack. These reimagined tracks, recorded by various wonderful artists is SUPERB! I am particularly in love with the Panic! at the Disco version of “The Greatest Show”, Pink’s ‘A Million Dreams” and the Missy Elliot/Kesha/Keala Settle version of “This is Me”. I mean, talk about personal theme songs!


Album number two is of course, the soundtrack from A Star is Born. I mean, come on! THIS MOVIE! I cried so much and I loved it so much and I want Bradley Cooper’s Jackson Maine to be my personal folk/country/rock singer boyfriend FOREVER! I literally fought with my music industry professional brother-in-law this past weekend when he deigned to try to tell me that Bradley didn’t play the guitar in the movie or sing and record the vocals live. I TOTALLY WON THAT ONE - because no one messes with my make-believe, messed-up, drunken, country/folk/rock singing, guitar playing boyfriend!

And GAGA was a GAWDAMMN phenomenon in this movie. A vision, a star, a freaking super NOVA. Umm, yeah, so…

I’m a bit of a fan-girl.


It worked.

Like it always does.

Music is like medicine for my soul and today I needed a big IV bag full of that medicine delivered straight to my insides. (via my lovely Bose noise-cancelling headphones - good gawd do I ever love these things!)

Happy listening people.

Remember to take your soul medicine!



I’m taking part in National Blog Posting Month, which means I’m posting on this blog {almost} every day throughout November. You can follow along and see who else is posting this month by following these hashtags on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter: #NetPositiveBlog and #NaBloPoMo.


I am mad today. And I’ve been vague-stagramming on my IG stories.

Because shitty men continue to be shitty.

Case in point:

Last week the Canadian magazine Maclean’s, published this front page cover.

AKA Canada’s mediocre white frontmen.

AKA Canada’s mediocre white frontmen.

I mean, have you ever seen a more tone deaf and fucking WHITE AF cover? I think The Beaverton put it succinctly in their satirical post about it…

...we are hoping that by appropriating a term currently used to describe disenfranchised communities trying to fight for their survival and instead applying that term to a bunch of powerful politicians who are doing their best to make the world burn, we can once again really show people how out of touch Maclean’s truly is.

The internet dragged Maclean’s quite mercilessly over it, AS IT SHOULD HAVE, and you can read some of the best of the tweets and one-liners in this article from Vice. One particular response and reimagined cover photo from Janet Eremenko, the NDP candidate for Calgary-Elbow, was particularly inspired and oh, so, true.

True because while everyone was recoiling from calling a bunch of rich, powerful, white dudes The Resistance, this may in fact be the most honest thing said about them. Because they ARE resisting. Resisting the waves upon waves of PERSISTENCE (particularly that of women) that keeps coming and coming and coming. Relentless, unwavering, unstoppable, PERSISTENT. Nevertheless and always.

And I am not sorry to say this, (and you knew it was coming)…

{this kind of} RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

I was so inspired that I made this. Me. The not-very-crafty one. (Truth - I made a ton of mistakes, had to redo the P and correct a typo, yes, A TYPO. But yeah, I MADE THIS!)


I wore my newly embellished sweater today and felt those waves of persistence building in me. And then I checked the internet and stumbled across this article in the Atlantic titled The Nancy Pelosi Problem and felt those waves getting even bigger and stronger. You’ll have to read the whole thing, but here’s just a taste of what the “problem” is:

The more successful Pelosi is—the more she outmaneuvers and dominates her male adversaries—the more threatening she becomes. And the easier it becomes to tar the male Democratic candidates who would serve under her as emasculated yes-men. Which makes it harder for Democrats to retake the House.

It is not that Nancy Pelosi is not qualified to do her job, if anything, she’s a bloody genius as a House Leader and Speaker. The “problem” is that she is a woman in control. A woman in control of men. A WOMAN WHO PERSISTS, while all around her, people keep trying to make her feel and seem less than she is. And she refuses to let them. Look, I don’t know everything about Pelosi and her politics and there may be many reasons to not like her, but her being a woman who has climbed to the top and realized her ambitions and worked her ass off, is not one of them.

Ladies, (yes, I am talking to only the women now, men, go scroll through The Chive or something) It’s not just the Nancy Pelosis and the Hilary Clintons and the Elizabeth Warrens and the Rachel Notleys of this world who have to fight this “resistance” of men who are threatened by the very same attributes they value the highest in themselves. It is you and me and all of us. Fighting the messages that we are “less than”, or “not enough”, and all the other garbage that we are fed a steady diet of from birth until death because of our gender. (And FYI, this goes double for anyone who identifies outside the binary of male/female, POC and LGBTQ2S folx).

I’m so done with this shit. I am done saying what I have to say while coddling the feelings of the men who may not like to hear the truth so plainly put. I’m tired of people making funny “feminist” jokes around me, because they know I’m the LOL Stay at Home Feminist. I’m tired of doing the all too familiar workaround of convincing men of a course of action by manipulating the conversation to make it look like it was their idea all along. And I am so very tired of stunting my emotional growth to accommodate anyone else’s schedule.

Oh, and you know what else I am tired of? Shitty men, being total harassing douchebags to women and thinking that in this day and age they are gonna get away with it. #TIMESUPMOTHERFUCKERS


Like I said.

I am mad.

I think this is my baseline from now on.

Deal with it.

Join #thepersistence.

We have cool sweaters.



I’m taking part in National Blog Posting Month, which means I’m posting on this blog {almost} every day throughout November. You can follow along and see who else is posting this month by following these hashtags on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter: #NetPositiveBlog and #NaBloPoMo.