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Don’t Bring Tea to a Bluegrass Jam
If I drink 2 beers these days, I wake up with a hangover. I don’t normally drink that often, but lately I’ve been hopping out to a lot of social things, and they tend to go hand-in-hand with booze. Last night, I made some tea, put it in a thermos and threw it in my bag before biking to a bluegrass jam in a friends’ … Continue reading Don’t Bring Tea to a Bluegrass Jam
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Concert in a Bathtub
As much as I wanted to stay in last night as I was drifting to sleep at 6:30pm on a cold, dark, rainy, windy eve… I put on pants, left the house, got on the orange line, met my friend Scott on the Berri Uqam platform, traveled together on the green line to Homa, got off and walked up the empty street and into what … Continue reading Concert in a Bathtub
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Meal Train
I woke up at 5am this morning, and then couldn’t fall back to sleep because of a Meal Train. You know, those things that are started for someone going through a hard time- where people can sign up to bring over food every day for a set period of time, so this person can grieve or recover in peace, without having to worry about how … Continue reading Meal Train
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Perfectly Mediocre Post
Last night I was listening to an episode of Glennon Doyle’s podcast, where she was talking about how her whole writing career started. Her sister, Amanda, intuited that she was meant to be a writer, bought her a computer, and told her to write every day. So Glennon sat down every single morning, wrote down ALL of her thoughts, and EMAILED THEM TO HER FRIENDS. … Continue reading Perfectly Mediocre Post
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Single, Again
In the last 7 weeks, I’ve worked more than I have all 4672 months of the pandemic; I packed up my small over-priced apartment and moved into a larger, cheaper one where the landlord doesn’t try to make slimy “deals” like increasing the rent permanently for a fixed-cost paint job and then say things like “Glad I’m finally seeing your true colors, Lauren” when I … Continue reading Single, Again
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A Period of Dark Thoughts
***TRIGGER WARNING: Content about depression and suicidal thoughts, treated with humor and love*** Last week, as I was walking down St. Laurent in a “What even is Life” pandemic haze, it happened. I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just like, end my life and get away from all this misery?!” I know, alarm bells are going off for some of you, but … Continue reading A Period of Dark Thoughts
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How to Yell in Public
Yesterday I went to my nearest Montreal subway station, paid $3.00, then just sat on the platform screaming at trains. I’m one of THOSE people now. Continue reading How to Yell in Public
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My Beef with the New Year
2020 is the year that many people died suddenly and unfairly, but exponentially more people woke up and started living. Continue reading My Beef with the New Year
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The Restorative Power of Burning Things
Of course I’ve enjoyed many a fire before. I grew up right on a beach in rural redneck Nova Scotia where nightly summer bonfires were as inevitable as the attending drunks who would stumble into our yard to pee. But this wasn’t just any standard burning of rotten wood and Bud Light cartons, I was burning my creative demons. Continue reading The Restorative Power of Burning Things
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Does an Artist have to Art?
Sooo… it’s been a weee little while *cough* 4 months…since I’ve posted here- in this magical place I created in February 2019 where I can express anything and everything. Read: rants about horrible ex-boyfriends, and all my annoyingly preachy “advice” on how to live your best life- which I generally break within the week, because I’m HUMAN. I started off strong, posting two epic over-shares … Continue reading Does an Artist have to Art?
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