I finally got together with that other queer female apprentice working for my company. We talked about so many things, and generally had similar feelings and thoughts about our jobs, our company, our coworkers, our trade. It was good, to have the chance to share.

Hi, this is my blog. Monday, April 01, 2013. Hey, I have a new website. Thursday, February 14, 2013. I have several appearances and book related events. I will be getting the information up soon. Oh! Things are in motion. The other essay in this book I keep.

Where are the pictures? March 23, 2012. I have decided to fold all the photoblog posts into my other blog, Not In The Past. Maybe this will help me to keep posting pictures. The Land of Beer and Honey. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

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The Right Amount of Sass,Class and Ass. The glamorous life and times of a bodacious Canadian femme-fatale. Thursday, October 24, 2013. The difference a year makes. Hello all you beautiful creatures. Soit has been a year. This space has been dormant, locked up, forgotten . yes, for one year and one month. Last year I made the decision to tone-down my online presence, to enjoy a little privacy, and escape the stress that can sometime come with sharing so much of yourself with so many people.

My perspectives on Spirituality, Walking, East Coast Living, Philosophy, Art, and Playing. Friday, November 30, 2012. Is where I keep a vague record of my radio missions. Looked this up because I kept thinking of the medical condition. Happy to have found multiple meanings. A sudden rush of water; a downpour. The rain enveloped us in a deafening. A medical condition in which the lens of the eye becomes progressively opaque, resulting in blurred vision. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Monday, February 27, 2012.

Following my heart wherever it leads and taking deep breaths. Deep in the night, as I toss and turn while trying to sleep, I find myself passively suicidal. These feelings keep coming back because I am not taking good care of myself. She is on codeine as of today but complains that her circulation is even poorer due to the pills. I am running on the dregs of energy and find a certain compassion fatigue. Once a week or so, I draw self por.