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  • Last night was my eight year old niece’s dance recital where, in short shorts, a side bun and a one-shouldered sequin tank-top, she performed an epic hip hop routine to “Like OMG!”, a remix […]

    Dance Aunt

    Last night was my eight year old niece’s dance recital where, in short shorts, a side bun and a one-shouldered sequin tank-top, she performed an epic hip hop routine to “Like OMG!”, a remix […]

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  • It occurred to me, recently, that I can’t remember when I first started anti-depressants. I can list all the ones I’ve tried, the sweat-inducing switches I have made to new generations […]

    It Costs A Lot of Money to be This Crazy

    It occurred to me, recently, that I can’t remember when I first started anti-depressants. I can list all the ones I’ve tried, the sweat-inducing switches I have made to new generations […]

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  • I just had my first appointment with a new family doctor and was forced to answer all those lifestyle questions as she took my medical history. “Do you do drugs?” “No.” […]

    Wendy Just Wants To Have Fun

    I just had my first appointment with a new family doctor and was forced to answer all those lifestyle questions as she took my medical history. “Do you do drugs?” “No.” […]

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  • My sister-in law’s father is a strong colon cancer survivor, having courageously stared the illness straight in the eyes. As too many people know, cancer of any kind doesn’t just affect the diagnosed; it irreperably […]

    Push For Your Tush 2012

    My sister-in law’s father is a strong colon cancer survivor, having courageously stared the illness straight in the eyes. As too many people know, cancer of any kind doesn’t just affect the diagnosed; it irreperably […]

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  • Most of the time I think I am a nice person. I smile at strangers, I always break for small animals and I give my seat up on the subway to anyone pregnant […]

    Sometimes, I Just Want to Punch Someone in the Face

    Most of the time I think I am a nice person. I smile at strangers, I always break for small animals and I give my seat up on the subway to anyone pregnant […]

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  • Lately, I have been reading this passage from Rilke’s Fear of the Inexplicable every morning like a meditation. I wish I could say I came to Rilke’s prose in a more organic way, aroused […]

    Should I Get a Tattoo? And Other Pressing Questions

    Lately, I have been reading this passage from Rilke’s Fear of the Inexplicable every morning like a meditation. I wish I could say I came to Rilke’s prose in a more organic way, aroused […]

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  • In a few weeks I’ll be 32 and a man has yet to stand outside my house with a boombox over his head playing “In Your Eyes.” Life in the […]

    I Wish I Were Prettier

    In a few weeks I’ll be 32 and a man has yet to stand outside my house with a boombox over his head playing “In Your Eyes.” Life in the […]

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  • Mothers love to compare labour and delivery stories in some zero-sum one-upmanship of who is really suffering the fallout of Eve’s disobedience. “You think  682 hours of labour is bad? When I gave […]

    My Best Friend Multiplied!

    Mothers love to compare labour and delivery stories in some zero-sum one-upmanship of who is really suffering the fallout of Eve’s disobedience. “You think  682 hours of labour is bad? When I gave […]

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  • Now is a terrible time to have a vagina. It’s been decades since Simone de Beauvoir and Betty Friedan rallied against a sexist power structure by bringing to the forefront political and cultural inequalities […]

    V is for Victimization. And Vagina.

    Now is a terrible time to have a vagina. It’s been decades since Simone de Beauvoir and Betty Friedan rallied against a sexist power structure by bringing to the forefront political and cultural inequalities […]

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  • At my first doctor’s appointment after my mother died, almost eight years ago now, the doctor thought it was important that we talk about grief. I sat on the examining table, hands wedged under […]

    O Mother, Where Art Thou?

    At my first doctor’s appointment after my mother died, almost eight years ago now, the doctor thought it was important that we talk about grief. I sat on the examining table, hands wedged under […]

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