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I do not believe in making “new year” resolutions. I do not celebrate the ushering in of a new year until spring. Yet with this taxation year coming to an end there are some changes I am focusing on, and have been focusing on, for a few weeks now. My

I have a love-hate-ambivalent-hate-hate-love relationship with my garden. With the ACT of gardening. I think it’s probably also indicative of my parenting style, which pretty much makes me a terrible person. Here’s the deal. I’m sure most of the gardening gurus tell you that the key – the SECRET to

Here is my new favourite post I have ever made on my blog, ever. In the history of things I have posted on my blog. In going through an old backup copy of the blog, I stumbled upon this post draft from 16 November, 2011.          

After seeing the sock tutorial posted yesterday, an insightful viewer requested a subsequent DIY guide focussed on how to make DIY guides. Since the Internet was CLEARLY correct in recommending good ideas for blog posts, I have decided to prepare that for you, the Insightful Viewer. The trick to writing

I am entirely out of ideas of what to write for this blog. In fact, since you’re a captive audience, I will also tell you that my other writing is languishing as well. No, no. I don’t much want any pity. I’m just trying to explain what follows. There are

Do you have a toddler or an Elderly Resident in your home? Are you worried about those nasty Sharp Corners on coffee tables? Well, worry no more! New and improved* Mungbrain the Cat will rub those sharp edges right down past the veneer! Act now and we’ll include several bits

As I was Driving, I was Pondering. And what I was Pondering is this: if we can liken western Canada to Winterfell*, and I think we can, can we then assume that the Conservative Party of Canada is full of Lannisters? I THINK WE CAN. I’m not sure if that

At the beginning of the school year, The Captain came home after classes one day and announced at the dinner table that one of the things they’ll be doing this year is focusing on peer editing for their composition works. I launched in to a long-winded explanation about why that

He wonders if she can see him. Perhaps if he showed up to the restaurant she was at with her lover, she would just look right past him and not see him at all. Then he’d have to walk right up to her and say something, and what would he

He’s nervous when he sees her. He doesn’t know what to say, whether she wants him to talk to her or whether she figures he’d be better off crawling in a hole and never speaking again. Perhaps he wants to say something. Something profound. Perhaps all he wants to say

I think of David often, and I find myself missing him at the strangest times. Although he knew he was ill, my uncle took his own life with a shotgun. I have actually lost count of the number of people I love who’ve attempted suicide. Please. You are worth living.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who loved ponies. Nobody thought this was odd because there wasn’t a gender-specific expectation related to the love of diminutive equines. When he was old enough, he wondered aloud at a street art shoppe whether there was something he could do

I thought I was fortunate to be in those good graces. I thought that affection was a gift; that I was somehow special. Every lesson we learn comes at a price and the price of this lesson has been self-doubt, heartache, and sadness. This, like all other things, will pass.

I have spent too much time gazing inward. Trying to rebuild the wall around my heart. I should have learned that the wall does nothing but crumble into itself and cause more pain. It’s a normal defence mechanism, I suppose. I recognise that the paulo pecatta were never intentional. That’s

Because she is fractured, and you don’t get to be any part of the crucible they use to heal her. You gave up the privilege of her name when you broke pieces of her and took them and tucked them in to your pockets. As if she were made of