Formal wear has always been an obstacle for me. I like the idea of dressing up, but I’ve never, ever felt comfortable doing it. It’s because I never, ever found fancy clothes that matched my expression. For my entire life, I’ve lived in the comfortable space of androgyny. I feel exponentially more content donning clothesContinue reading “Getting a dress shirt, vest, and pants tailored.”
As a kid, I remember my family getting our first dog. Winston was perfect. He had the gentlest of temperaments, which, as a boxer, contradicted his gruff appearance. He was loyal, relaxed, and protective. Winston was my first dog, and I fell in love instantly. The number of canines steadily increased over the years. MurphyContinue reading “Fostering a dog.”
Celebrating Thanksgiving, as a significant holiday for me, honestly only happened a handful of years ago. I grew up in Canada, and although the holiday also occurs on the calendar – albeit 6 weeks earlier – it never really felt as momentous. But living in the U.S. changed my impression of Thanksgiving.
In the past few months, I’ve ordered takeout a number of times. Even though I enjoy cooking, some days it’s the last thing I want to do. With COVID still raging on, I don’t feel comfortable dining inside. My go-to for to-go food has been Dunedin Vegan Deli, my city’s first (and only, so far)Continue reading “Grabbing takeout and eating dinner at a friend’s.”
It’s been almost 3 months to the day that I moved into my new place, but I certainly haven’t waited this long to cook for myself. One of the first online orders I placed was for new cookware. Cooking is therapeutic for me. Not only is it a mindful experience, but I also put aContinue reading “Cooking with new pots and pans.”
As with many things that I’m doing because of my Memory List, getting a tattoo has been something on my mind for a couple of years, but I never made it a priority. I didn’t really know what I wanted, and without being sure of a design, I wasn’t going to go through any sortContinue reading “Getting a tattoo.”
This is the memory I’m most proud of. At least, so far. Exactly a month ago, on the last day of August, my weight was the highest it had been in over a decade. For the days, weeks, and months prior, every time I got on the scale, I watched the number creep up. EveryContinue reading “Getting on the scale and seeing that I’ve lost 10lbs.”
Last weekend was Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Just after sundown on the Friday, with my challah bread baking in the oven for the first stage of my memory, I received the news that Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg had died. I was gutted. In some respects, I feel like the tiny, 5’1″ Ginsburg wasContinue reading “Baking a challah bread WITH RAISINS and making it into french toast the next day.”
I had been tempted to get a mohawk for the last 2.5 years, but I never seemed to have the guts to get it done. I never seemed to be able to, well, cut it. Until it needed to become a memory, that is.
I see the bumper of my car as a blank canvas. What do I want the lucky folks behind me at a stoplight or people walking by in a parking lot to read? I certainly like puns, but I’m not sure a bumper is the best something like that. Maybe I want something deeper, somethingContinue reading “Putting a bumper sticker on my car.”