No one told me I’d be pissed off all the time. — “Menopause Rage” is actually a thing. It’s a real term. I only just discovered this. It feels like I’ve been walking around in an irritable state since hitting 50 a few years ago and I’ve never understood why. It was only when a friend mentioned her “menopausal anger” in jest…

There’s a better question to gauge commitment I’ve been living in sin with two bastard children for two decades. That is how many view my partner’s and my life. A wedding hasn’t been part of our history. And we’re fine with that. However, I do love a good wedding. A…

My misguided attempt to make university extra exciting — My daughter, Gea, is a few weeks into her first year of university in Eastern Canada, a seeming world away from our home in Vancouver, BC. …

It’s a dirty business. The other day three young 20-somethings were having an animated conversation and I overheard this exchange: Girl A: “She never wears underwear. Like ever.” Girl B: “Seriously never?” Girl C: “She airs it 24/7?” Girl A: “Yep. She said she hasn’t worn underwear in a year.” …

You probably should’ve picked the cashier — Welcome to Save On’s self-checkout. Please scan your loyalty card. I don’t have one. Please scan your loyalty card. Or choose “skip”. Skip. Would you like to apply for a loyalty card? No. Trust issues, huh? What? How many bags would you like to purchase? Oh My God. Can I…

The day my body went to s**t doing HIIT — It’s 7:30 am and way too bright in the room. We’re surrounded by bondage-looking ropes, Thor-like hammers, stationary bikes, rowing machines, lines of free weights and kettlebells, and weighted sled machines. I’m already feeling queasy. Eating those skittles for breakfast probably wasn’t a good choice. Becky bounces in, a toned…

A few hours in, I was crying for mercy — Since joining Medium a little more than a year ago, I’ve always been on the lookout for publications that seem to be a good fit for my voice and the type of stories I like to write. …

Not every adjustment has sucked; some, I’ve fallen in love with. — We’ve had to change or scrap a long list of behavioral norms and patterns during our interminable Covid confinement. Internal and external relationships have been tested; intimacy has been tested; parenting has been tested; and working routines have been tested. But now that it’s beginning to feel safe to plan…

What I learned from lacerating my labia — In my house, March was synonymous with Spring Break. It still is, but it has a new meaning. Now, March and Spring Break are inextricably linked to The Fall, the day I mangled my labia, and the year I ruined our planned holiday. That Thursday began like any other. I…