Showing my daughter my favourite movie helped me understand its message better — WARNING: Spoilers ahead — if you have yet to experience The Rocky Horror Picture show stop everything you’re doing and go watch it now. I’ll wait. *Shivers with antici…pation!* There is no greater joy in the world than seeing Tim Curry fabulously clad in fishnets, stilettos and that iconic sparkling…

My life is quickly becoming the punchline of a very bad joke — There’s been a lot of dead animals on the streets lately. Is it the end times? Perhaps. I don’t want to get into that right now because it scares the bejeezus out of me, so I’ll leave it as a hanging observation — small dead rodents sully my streets with…

Cool cool cool — I don’t often talk to myself. That would be crazy. If I do find myself speaking aloud while I’m the only person in my general vicinity, it’s usually because I’m having an entire conversation with my brain. To be clear, there is a big difference between talking to oneself and…

And I’m here to ruin some memories — Look, no one said it would be easy to be this annoying, but the French horns are doing a solo right now that sounds like an enormous fart, and I’m going to make the most of it. Let me tell you a little story, lady. Once upon a time, my…

Video calls are the worst — My dad used to be the kind of parent that would have to have a stiff rum and coke before attending any school function. I think that it was an undiagnosed social anxiety thing. You know, back before anyone cared about mental health and how it affects our lives on…

True story, I swear — Lars and I have taken to going on long walks and discussing how we might die. Okay, I realize this may be a weird hobby to partake in with your 13-year-old son, but all too often, I think mother/son relationships can get lost in the mix once those precarious teenage…

A story about making small steps towards bravery — I am filled with deep foreboding fear. It’s a silly thing, but silly never meant less frightening. At least for me, it never has. The fear began about a week ago when I received a notification on my work scheduling app saying there would be a staff get-together happening the…

Please don’t come after me, animal activists — Mole hunting wasn’t something I grew up with but instead learned about in my early twenties. My dad didn’t acquire his acreage until well after I had moved away from home but still only lived a stone’s throw away. Okay, it was a little farther than a stone’s throw, but…

“That’s some creepy shit.” — The problem with creating a series based solely on children’s reactions is that often, children do not want to participate in the things you’d like them to participate in. This poses a significant problem because as much as I’d like to continue forcing them to watch these classic movies with…