Laughter & Heartbreak In The Time Of COVID

Years ago, when high up in the Himalayan mountains during a spiritual yoga retreat, I adopted a behaviour as a strategy for surviving marital separation. It’s called the Laughing Dying Cockroach.  One lies flat on her back, kicking her arms and legs in the air while busting a most shameless gut-splitting laugh, using her anger,... Continue Reading →

The Things That Used to Matter

When I was eight years old, I wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid. Remember those dolls from the 1980s? They had soft squishy bodies with protruding belly buttons, hard plastic heads sprouting hair, and if you turned an unclothed one over, a name scrawled on the little butt cheek. The Cabbage Patch Kid community represented a... Continue Reading →

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