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Thank goodness

It’s been a busy and interesting weekend. Our company organized a holiday party (I know, a bit early, but they managed to reserve a premium lounge during a hockey game, which I think was a good idea, and it proved to be a really big draw among staff). A friend whom I was supposed toContinue reading “Thank goodness”

What if – If only

“Are you fulfilled? Do you feel fulfilled in life?” Usually, that is the type of question that would have sent me to a downward spiral and curled me up in a corner on the floor. That’s a tough question. That’s a big, grand question about how many of our big, grand ambitions and desires getContinue reading “What if – If only”

The coming out monologue

It is Pride week in Calgary (I know, just as most LGBTQ+ rights and human rights in Alberta and Calgary, Pride comes a lot later for us). As I look back and reflect on my life, something stood out to me. Something that I didn’t quite understand back then. I wanted to share this withContinue reading “The coming out monologue”

Six

On our fourth anniversary, I jokingly said, “We have now outlasted a car lease term.” People celebrate their wedding anniversary with material things. Paper. Diamond. Ivory. Wood. Gold. Silver. Unpopular opinion: I think we should celebrate wedding anniversaries with really mundane milestones. A car lease. A dishwasher’s official warranty. A mortgage amortization period. A dog’sContinue reading “Six”

The childless gays (with dog)

Those who are close to us know that once upon a time (pre-pandemic), we wanted to adopt and be parents. Yet, the universe had other plans. She looked at me and she said “Nah, gurl, you look better with a Speedo than with a trolley. How about an AussieDoodle instead? You have less opportunity toContinue reading “The childless gays (with dog)”

O Canada – a tribute

Mochi was not feeling great yesterday so I sat with her on the couch in our living room. This is the view I was staring at for about an hour. It’s our living room, or as we call it, the Canadian room. The room is filled with original Canadian art (some from indigenous artists), CanadianContinue reading “O Canada – a tribute”

A Canadian turned 40 in America

I turned 30 in Vegas (when I first started dating Dan). So I guess it’s fitting that I turned 40 in California (being married to him). It seems like a changing of the season, of a page being turned, or even an entire new book written. I said I loved him on the night ofContinue reading “A Canadian turned 40 in America”

The nostalgia mindfuck

Maybe nostalgia is really the side effect of aging. I have found myself reminiscing and going back into wild bizarre habits and (sometime false) romantic fantasies of the past. I have spent a fair bit of time (and disposable income) on fountain pens and ink lately. Also writing in ridiculously elaborate cursive. I can’t sayContinue reading “The nostalgia mindfuck”