When I find myself in times of trouble, wine and camembert comfort me, slurring words of wisdom, let it brie.... How did a 3 day weekend morph into 10 days…
After eating with abandon (brie in one hand, bacon in the other, booze balanced on my big boned belly), January always slaps me sober. A month that graciously sacrifices its…
September is Self-Care Month, a time to pay the piper after a summer of chipping, dipping, and margarita sipping. A reminder that negative self-talk is passé. From now on, I’m…
Poop jokes aren’t my favourite, but they’re a solid No. 2 It seems everyone these days is wrestling with a gut reaction. Autoimmunes, allergies, anxiety, aging. We’re talking deep doo-doo.…
1. I save my carbs for wine. It’s called priorities After complaining to a friend about my dimpled arms, he grabbed a handful of loose skin and said, “Here’s the…
Whenever a rip-roaring spring snow storm unhinges my mental health, I'm reminded of this hauntingly beautiful description of depression. We're rolling out the red carpet for Mental Health Week May…
How come breasts are always the life of the party? The flashy showgirls who shake, shimmy, and ta-ta-tap their way into federal financing hearts. This week, the Canadian government allocated…