Pregnant Low self Lower opinions What does it matter? Who are they? They never shall and never will know her story or break her will. Cold shoulders Lonely roads A father who betrayed. She sees her fate in a portal between her thighs. In a public restroom at a truck stop she powders her
People see me I’m sure in many different ways – happy, funny, loving, dedicated, etcetera. What I neglect to show is my depression. “Really?! YOU’RE depressed?” some might say. And I would reply unequivocally, “Yes.” I hide it of course behind my “say what’s on my mind” attitude and my coarse black humour. Those who
The recent stories of extreme bullying and apparent sexual assault coming from St. Micheals College School in Toronto have brought up the subject of bullying in my mind, and I would like to discuss it.
Like almost the whole planet, I’m always on Facebook. And what do I see? Post after post about Eminem, MGK, or people saying, “I’m cleaning my friends’ list.” I rarely post myself but I’m guilty of sharing to promote my interests, namely music, movies, or even, yes, a cat video, or something political. I understand
Fifty years of Special Olympics – Wow! I remember a bowling alley in Gibsons in the nineties where I got my first taste.
Hi. My name is Mickey. I’m a sixteen-year-old kitty at the Sunshine Coast S.P.C.A. I’m a big black hunk who loves a lap. Having a tough day? Let me purr it all away. Don’t let my appearance fool you. I’m going to be around for a while. I could really use a new set of
Hearing that Roseanne Barr had gone on a racist tirade on Twitter brought forth in me an automatic response. I called her an ugly person with an ugly soul. I had and have no real reason to say such a thing, but in my haste to feel morally superior to this person, who in all
Volunteering at the SPCA up Field Road was a treat today.