I am addicted to Facebook. I check it every morning, in between flipping pancakes and shouting “Hurry up kids! Breakfast is getting cold!” I leave my husband to pour the orange juice and mutter that I just need to check the morning news. In actuality, I’m checking the morning, midday, just before I have to…
Author: Nancy
New Year New Me
Growing up a Roman Catholic, I’ve always loved that feeling you get right after you step out of the confessional. 3 Our Fathers and 3 Hail Mary’s away from free at last, free at last, free at last! With my past transgressions absolved, I love that feeling of weightless and beginning anew. New Years Eve…
Of Mouthguards and Men
There are numerous indignities associated with getting older – sagging breasts, wrinkles, age spots, and getting long in the teeth (literally! Like a horse!). To add to this list, a few years ago my dentist informed me that I am grinding my teeth to the nubbins, likening my molars to ice rinks that are being…
You gotta know when to fold ’em
I am a cougar. And a milf, or so I’ve been told. When the occasion dictates, I enjoy getting dressed up in clothes that enhance my ass(ets). I flirt with those 20-something dudes with a gusto that I never could have managed when I was in my 20’s. A happy marriage, kids, and alcohol all…
Wear Sunscreen
The record-breaking sunny weather of late has reminded me of Mary Schmich’s (Chicago Tribune) 1997 essay on “advice, like youth, is probably just wasted on the young” which was popularized when Baz Luhrmann set the words to the funky “Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)” by Rozalla. Which, incidentally, is NOT available on iTunes in Canada….
Kiss My Butt
I don’t smoke (though I have, on occasion, inhaled) but I used to feel sorry for smokers. Shoo’ed out of airplanes and offices, then restaurants and bars, and pretty soon, all public places (for damn good reason, mind you!), they are forced to cluster where people are not, shielding their eyes from self-righteous “don’t you…
Sexy is as sexy does
When I was growing up, I thought my mom was a sexless being. Nurturing and smart, yes, but sexy? Hell no! When I became a mom myself, I just didn’t feel sexy anymore. In fact, instead of being one of those glowing new moms, I felt more like Flo at Mel’s Diner at the end…
Sunshine, Sex and Spring Chickens
Well the rain has finally gone away and it’s smoking hot here in beautiful Vancouver. Sultry, sunny, sweating drinks on a patio kind of smoking hot. Vancouver is a beautiful place to live most of the year long, but the sudden burst of heat after a long wet grey fall, winter and early spring is…
That which matters most, must never get in the way of what matters least
I have wanted to be a writer since I was 10. That shiny pink diary with the little padlock and teeny key my aunt gave me held my first romps with the creative written word. How I treasured those entries – the weather, the perceived injustices from my parents, my sisters, my so-called friends, what…
Dress to Impress (Yourself)
In the floating years of high school, I regularly raided my mother’s closet to expand my meagre wardrobe, trying to impress the cool girls with something other than everygirl’s Mariposa. The result however, was that I dressed like a 40 year old virgin – color block dresses, sensible pumps and thick shoulder pads sewn into…
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