five minutes @ my desk, Toronto, ON Ayurveda: The Science of Self-Healing by Dr. Vasant Lad “I call bullshit.” He pronounced it like a five-year old making up the rules as he went. On the spot. Just like that, a chapter closes. She blinked the slowest, lazy cow like blink of detachment Read more
So many voices. So many voices inside my head that when I was ten I worried I’d inherited the crazy gene. I had heard the stories about the crazy aunt in Jamaica. I had my own memories of her, so faded I had to squint to remember but the craziness was Read more
Crafted on Ossington 5:50EST The War of Art By Stephen Pressfield There’s no one else after us. This is it. Mona always got dramatic when they talked about their dad’s upcoming nuptials. It was up to them to lift the curse. And make no mistake the curse was real. Nana Read more
Unprecedented second post. On a Monday no less. But I had to do something to shake off the glum feeling from the Monday Manifestos. Note to self, just because it’s a challenge doesn’t mean it can’t be fun. So here’s what I find fun, writing. It’s difficult and often challenging Read more
I went to the store as usual making my best effort to read the labels and make conscious choices. Then I started sleuthing. Many clicks later and this is what I confirmed. Conscious consumption takes diligence. Lots of it. Here are some of the fruits of my labor: Loblaws doesn’t want Read more
“I start at 6:00. Sharp.” She said., “Life happens, I get it, but if you’re chronically late you have to look at that.” There were ten of us in the room but I was pretty convinced she was talking to me. It was 6:10 when I squeezed through the door, Read more
If you knew a kid who voluntarily gave her lunch money to the school bully every day for some cheese food and corn syrup, would you say something? The majority of us are that little kid getting taken advantage of every time we go to the grocery store. I thought Read more
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times.. Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t Read more