Drowning in a Sea of Orange

It’s been a surreal week. Drumpf was inaugurated last Friday. On Saturday morning, the women protested, and I was inspired. On Saturday night, my sister and my friend and I threw a 90’s party, and for just a few hours we lived in a time period that I only remember with fondness and nostalgia. Everyone arrived dressed in ill-fitted 90’s attire, danced in the dark to all the cheesy sentiment...

I’ve Entered the Dirty Thirties

For the last few months I’ve been excited about turning thirty. There’s something about growing out of a decade of life you’ve mentally drifted away from that feels satisfying. I haven’t exactly lived the standard life of a woman in her 20’s for a while. That pivotal moment of becoming an “adult” for me was buying a house, and after that the parties I used to throw became less frequent....

Because It’s 2017

I chugged a Red Bull that my sister left in my fridge before I put Maggie down for a nap. For the first time I didn’t want to take a nap of my own, so I dealt with the dishwasher and the kitchen and tried to find some IKEA shelf hardware that I swore I bought but still can’t find anywhere in the house, and then I took out two...

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

I was in Golden for my friend’s wedding at the end of August. The weather was cool and gloomy and wonderful, the perfect atmospheric fodder for getting back into a legitimate writing routine. Often I forget that it’s been about two years since I stopped writing on the regular. Sometimes I look at my kid and think to myself that time really hasn’t passed all that fast. Despite what people...

Sharon Morris: My Spirit Mom

I’m just gonna get straight to this: Being a new mom was rough goings for me. I don’t know if I had any legit symptoms of PPD. I thought about it sometimes, but was convinced that things weren’t “that bad”. Of course the late nights and the aching tits and numb wrists and the horrible feeling of being tethered to the sound of that newborn gremlin cry and whatever else...

What A Lie, What A Life

One of the things that’s deterred me from “lifestyle blogging” is that need for perfection. Whenever I do make posts from my house or of my things, I typically shove all the clutter into one corner and fake myself a house that looks like the houses all the bloggers have. Since we’ve done renos and continued to live life between the renos, there have been fewer and fewer spots wherein...

WIP Moodboard: “The Wheel”

Since I’ve started complaining about my self-proclaimed “writer crisis”, I can freely admit that I haven’t done much to get out of my funk. I go through patches where I think that I could easily just stop writing. I’ve published a book. Readers have emailed me to tell me that my writing helped them feel less like garbage. Book blogs write nice reviews. I’ve achieved what I’ve wanted but I...

Friday Night Track: Wild Beasts – “Get My Bang”

Since 2009, I’ve considered the Wild Beasts my favourite band. I recommend them to friends who like indie music┬ámore often than not. They’re also one of the only bands that Jon and I both really, really, really like enough that we can get drunk together and talk about how amazing they are. I dunno how you can really properly “rate” a band — and I know that rating is kind...

Canada Day 2016

I worked on Canada Day, which in some ways sucked but in other ways was also great because I recently sold a reprint of my short story, “Tourist” and made pro rate bucks for the first time ever, and after getting those sweet writer funds sent to my PayPal account, I subsequently went round the online shops to take advantage of that post-Brexit exchange rate. I spent all of my...