Challenges within challenges. Like Russian nesting dolls for grown ups.
This morning, right as my sleeping boyfriend opened his sleepy peepers, I was having a meltdown. A real midday worthy tantrum. I got an email from this rental we’ve been writing back and forth with. In answer to the question “will we be homeless in a month please say no?” They replied, “send us a…… Continue reading Better shape up
So what’s so expensive about Toronto anyway? I used to ask that question a lot, and no one ever had a straight answer for me. The first thing out of most people’s mouths when they talk about living here has something to do with money. Yet, it’s endlessly alluring. Most folks I know who live…… Continue reading I need 6 eggs.
I have a lot of guilt over the fact that I’ve never been able to be all the way one thing. I throw myself into things for a couple of weeks, and if those things are lucky they get thrown into my rotation of “things that I do.” Vegan cooking is one.
So in the morning, I hang with Coco, Louis and Christian. Then I go home to a broken fridge, 6 am garbage trucks, and my dwindling life savings fund in a jar under the bed.
I have found that, in my 30s, I’ve become much more aware of danger. I think it’s related to my ever present empty womb, the fact that I don’t strength train anymore, and my facebook feed.
I figured what’s more American than making your own unhealthy version of another culture’s food? This was oily and greasy and made me feel like Miranda Hobbes. Only she’d never listen to Elton John.