Shit that happens


Growing up, my dad asked me each year to choose a restaurant on my birthday. Anywhere I wanted to go. The Blade and Barrel was always my choice. They had lobster. When I was only a toddler, my parents hosted their first ‘post-baby’ party. They had heard that a little brandy in the nighttime bottle made children......

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MY FRIDAY F-OFF Some Fridays I will take time to tell you about something pissing me off. Therapy for me. Mild amusement at my expense for you. Win-Win. I harbour resentment. I carry it with me daily and disguise it well. OK, maybe not “disguise”, but I don’t talk about it endlessly as much.......

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