Be it ever so humble.
There’s no place like home – Dorothy knew that. I wish we didn’t live in a world that has turned housing into an investment and privilege instead of leaving it as a basic right, but here we are. This is my third house as an adult. My first home-away-from-home that wasn’t post-secondary was an apartment in Langley. I loved it, mostly because it was a … Continue reading Be it ever so humble.
I’m blue.
I’m not sure I have a favourite colour, though I always choose green when it comes to game pieces and everyone knows that. My affection for green was born at the house on Valemont. My bedroom there had green carpet. My bedroom there remains the best room I’ve ever had. My mother put wallpaper up that looked like bamboo, with vines and yellow flowers twining … Continue reading I’m blue.
If it’s my birthday, it’s beef stroganoff.
My favourite meal is beef stroganoff. I’ve loved it since forever. My mom made it regularly since it was a meal that pleased us all, and with five, that was rare. Though I think one brother, like my son, picked out the mushrooms. For both of them, it’s a flavour and not a texture thing. I love mushrooms. Cooked or raw, they’re delicious. We make … Continue reading If it’s my birthday, it’s beef stroganoff.
The happiest day ever was a Saturday in December.
I don’t remember that many happy times. I know they exist. There’s one of me riding a bike I come back to regularly. Much of my past is blurry, however. I have flashes and snatches, but my memory isn’t great when it comes to the day-to-day. I blame the unholy trifecta of trauma, PTSD, and age. Worst band name ever. I drifted into a relationship … Continue reading The happiest day ever was a Saturday in December.
From Famine to Feast 