Broke

I broke Facebook and Instagram last Monday. You’re welcome. I shut those social media platforms down with a few key strokes on my personal Facebook page, where I posted my frustration with the company’s new business suite platform to see if my friends had similar issues. That’s all it took.

Media Matters: Time to change

We were appalled last week to hear that an assault of a Centre Wellington District High School student is, according to parents and students, part of an escalating pattern of abuse and violence targeting the school’s 2SLGBTQ+, BIPOC and special needs students.

Practice

You can’t knock Thanksgiving as a holiday, mostly because it centres around taking a pause from our busy lives to express gratitude for the things we have in our lives that we often take for granted, being so busy and all. Also, it centres on a meal that includes gravy and stuffing. Hallelujah.

Social

This pandemic has taught me a lot about myself, like how much I miss people – but also, how much I like being alone. Turns out I’m a blast to hang out with. Just ask me.

Gravy

This summer I have only visited four chip trucks. Four. That shows outstanding self-control. There are few things in life I love more than french fries from a chip truck, except long car ride adventures to find them.

OPEN MIND: Return anxiety

The world is slowly and cautiously coming out of the shadows caused by the social lockdowns of COVID-19. 

Dialect

Apparently I’m late to the gate on relationship terminology, but I recently heard someone refer to their “love language” as the reason they had to end a budding romantic partnership.  Seems they didn’t speak the same love language. It’s a thing. Huh.