It wasn’t just the trashing of spoiled underwear every month. It was the stained sheets. It was the stealth moves to the women’s washroom at work. It was the awkward moments mid-stretch with male trainers. And it was most certainly the tiresome exercise of standing in the Shopper’s Drug Mart aisle, piecing together the required assortment of regular, super, super plus and ‘active’ protection without hemorrhaging dollars from my spending budget. Continue reading The Girl’s Gone Diva. DivaCup, That Is.
I heard stitching tear as the super cute RB High Impact stretched over my shoulders. And the expensive white Stella McCartney bra that looked so good on the rack was so tight that I couldn’t avoid smearing N70 foundation on the collar as I fought my way out of it. Black girl problems. Continue reading Lose The Bounce – Part 2
With a little coaxing, Arlene seized the moment and stepped on to the platform to have her gorgeous blue sunhat judged among the rest. I watched my big sister laugh and mingle with a jolly woman in a statement red hat and a blonde in an ocean blue, Jane Jetson inspired design that took first place. Everyone clapped, more champagne flowed and just like that, we were thrust into the wonderful world of polo. Continue reading Hot Mess: sweating in the cheap seats at Polo For Heart
I must admit, until then, I had no idea who Andrew was or that sprint canoeing was a thing. In fact, canoeing would be among the last sports to come to mind in thinking about the Olympic games. But that didn’t matter. Andrew represented Canada in Beijing where he competed alongside the best in the world. That impressed me immensely; that, and the brightness emanating from his cheerful personality, smile and efforts. Seriously, he was like the poster boy for Canadian sport. Continue reading Living the (Canadian) Dream
My tall cup of Coconut Cream – an oolong tea with creamy coconut and lemon essence – was the perfect complement to an overdue unfiltered exchange between women. Our conversation flowed from personal projects, to parenting of our six year old daughters, to her 70-year-old mother’s new ukelele-playing life in Mexico Continue reading One Tall Order