When I was in Grade 12, as part of a history project, I invited my Uncle Jack to come speak to my class. I don’t remember exactly what the assignment was about, but there was some aspect of the mosaic style of immigration in Canada. What I do remember is that he said that our […]
Try, try, again, right? We still can’t figure out what the issue was with the randomly not-showing-up playlists. The Swearyverse is not playing nicely with Spotify. But I’m a scholar of the Senator Elizabeth Warren school of Persistence, so we’ll try again. Yeah… So I dunno. It appears to be working now. Technology is hard […]
Welcome to June, friends! In Ontario, we move into a different stage of lockdown (maybe) this week. But no one really knows what that means, because there’s nebulous rules like “Everything is the same except these things, which everyone thought were already changed, so good luck”. So I dunno. Enjoy your week, whatever you’re allowed […]
I understand that a seizure is an electrical storm in your brain, and in the aftermath, there’s neural short-circuits that need to be detoured as your brain heals itself. And you can’t will it to go faster than it’s going to. Alas.
Yeah, I’m a day late. Sorry – but this is still posted in plenty of time to enjoy for your long weekend, so we’ll call it a partial win.It just so happens that yesterday was my wee Pup’s birthday, and he’s 21. TWENTY ONE! A grown-ass man! I mean, not that he’ll ever *not* be […]
The last 2 weeks have been a bit of an ordeal in Swearyland, so this playlist is fun. That’s all. No other intentions.
Was I willing to have another seizure in order to prove whether or not I needed the meds?
I was. And now I have my answer.
Maybe you believe in elementals, and maybe the line for you is Disney or Tolkien, but a thimbleful of milk beside the faery door is a novel insurance policy.
This is the perfect soundtrack to go with your Canadian Tuxedo.
This mass feels more sacred than any other. From baptism to last rites, the oil flows us through our Catholic lives.