This isn’t another new year, new me post…but it kinda is. Every January, I resolve to sober up, tighten the purse strings, and lose the gunt. But by week three,…
When we were young, Mom preferred to use the word “spark” in lieu of fart, as potty humour was reserved for stinky boys. “Eew, you sparked!” would have us rolling…
Shortly before my 49th birthday, internal alarm bells set off a menacing chime. “Why is she so snarky?” my pursed lips asked my clenched jaw. “Why is she so snacky?”…
What happens to your body when life tries to eat you alive, one chunk at a time? When your inner stress regulator (aka, the nervous system) is set to high…
When I was young, I assumed that when I got old, my body and mind would inevitably go to pot. Inexperienced me thought everyone died of “old age,” so up…
Imagine finding yourself in desperate need of a haircut, but you’re forbidden to touch your luscious locks. Well, what the fuck, you’ve had access to a barber shop for the…
A kidney stone walks into a bar. The bartender says, “What’ll you have?” The kidney stone says, “Thanks dude, but I’m just passing through.” It started with sharp pains, like…
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.…