
“Food brings people together on many different levels. It’s nourishment of the soul and body; it’s truly love.”
– Giada De Laurentiis
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Welcome to my little corner of the internet.

“Food brings people together on many different levels. It’s nourishment of the soul and body; it’s truly love.”
– Giada De Laurentiis
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What I’m reading today…
Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson (@thebloggess)
This has been on my TBR pile for a while so I am excited to get started on this one!
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Did you know that I wrote a book and it is available on Amazon and through the Kindle store?
I had always wanted to write a physical books that people could actually pick up and touch and put on their bookshelf. So one day I decided that instead of just wanting to do it, I should just do it.
So I did.
How Not to Blog is a collection of personal essays and blog posts, so if you enjoy my content here, you will more than likely love my book.
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Funny, smart, cuddly, sweet, distractible, and most likely to knock something over. My little man who has grown up so much lately that he doesn’t fit curled up in my lap like he used to. But he still gives awesome hugs.
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With the world the way that it is these days, it always helps to get a good laugh. Shit, Actually by Lindy West delivers.
Rating about two dozen modern cinematic “masterpieces” from The Fugitive, to Love, Actually, to Face/Off West compares all movies to what she quite convincingly claims to be the only perfect movie ever made – The Fugitive. All movies are satirically reviewed in essay form and are rated on a scale of 1-10 DVDs of The Fugitive. The book made me laugh out loud several times as she hilariously asks questions like why Sandra Bullock had to be the one driving the bus in Speed and decries the utter awfulness of Love, Actually and Forrest Gump. (For the record I actually love Love, Actually and I couldn’t help laughing to tears at her descriptions.)
This is a non-fiction, super fun and super easy read. I highly, highly recommend it. (243 pgs)
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I’m so grateful that I get to do what I love (writing), for a cause that means so much to me (cancer).
It took years to get to this point, but now that I truly love what I do because I do what I love, I could not be happier in my work life.

Sometimes I wear makeup and my favourite colour sweater. Sometimes I wear my TARDIS onesie and don’t change out of it for 3 days. Sometimes I write meaningful, thoughtful, thought-provoking things. Sometimes I can’t string two words together in a coherent manner. Sometimes I make shrimp salad rolls for supper. Sometimes I defrost a frozen pizza. Sometimes I suggest that my kids have a bowl of cereal. Sometimes I share my life on my blog. Sometimes I pretend that I never even started that nonsense. Sometimes I have writing pieces picked up and published. Sometimes I send pieces out and hear nothing but crickets. Sometimes I have so much energy that I feel like I could take up running again, do yoga 3 times a day, write a new book, and become the best friend a person could hope to have. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to climb out of bed and replying to a text message feels so overwhelming that I can’t handle it.
And sometimes these things all collide and I am a little bit of everything all at once. Because sometimes life is messy and life is hard and life is great and life is paralyzing and life is freeing and life is beautiful. All at once.

Just a head’s up – I am pissed off. This post is pissed off. So if you aren’t in the mood for an angry feminist railing against the patriarchy scroll the hell on by.
Still here? Awesome.
Who the fuck decided that in this day and age it is still ok to talk to people about their weight, their hair, their height, etc.? Why is my 14 year old worried about their appearance because some fucker decided that they are too tall and too fat? I am so sick of the
fucking white, heteronormative, capitalist patriarchy granting dumb teenage boys, grown ass men, old men, hell anyone the supposed right to make asinine comments.
No, this is not one of the most eloquent things I have ever written. Yes, I know I could do better. But right now? Right now I am pissed off.

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Maid by Stephanie Land was not the book I expected it to be. As a memoir, it shines a light on a very broken system. A system where being poor, no matter how hard you work, is essentially criminalizes. A system where the more hours you work, the less you can feed your child. A system where just buying milk comes with layers of bureaucracy and shame.
Land tells the story of what she did to survive with her toddler daughter after leaving an abusive relationship. She opens up about her fractured familial relationships, and what she felt she had to do to give her daughter Mia the best life possible under very challenging circumstances.
While reading this book, my main feeling was stress. stress as she mentally figured exactly how much money she had in her bank account at any given time. Stress as she found and lost jobs. Stress at the situations that found her time and time again.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I read this book, but whatever it was, I found the book to be not quite it. It was an easy enough read, and there were emotions throughout, but mostly I felt like I was just moving along in the drudgery with Land.
(268 pgs)