We all have that one sacred coffee cup in our collection of cups that no one is allowed to use. Sometimes we break that cup and it crushes our soul so we seek out a replacement cup. Sometimes coffee cups are more than cups, they are portals into long lost memories.

These days Thanksgiving is so over commercialized that folks forget about how the “pilgrims sat down with the Indians for a meal.” Instead we skip the story and go straight to the buffalo plaid table scapes with a perfectly roasted instagramable turkey that is surrounded by a smiling family. We get so wrapped up in the meal that we forget that Thanksgiving was the beginning of the end of Indigenous life on this continent.

YOLO! Nah we are not talking about YOLO, although it is a good motto to live by! We my friends will be talking SOLO this week and I don’t mean the red cup kind of Solo! Settle in as we discuss why I love SOLO Travel so much and why the north shore is my healing place

All it takes is one tiny spark to light the whole damn fire……..

All it took was one ring and I do not mean the ring of my telephone. As in one perfectly round plastic ring laced with hormones that you insert into your downstairs kitty cat every three weeks, ring. In the blink of an eye the Nuvaring changed my life for the better.

Hi friends, I have experienced 12 borrowed years on this earth and do not take any drop of Survivorhood for granted. Surviving is the easy part, living in the aftermath is where it gets messy. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a drink, and listen in as I tell you all of the down and dirty details of Survivorhood.

Hi friends, surviving your worst day possible is the easy part, living in the aftermath is where it gets hard. I’ve been to more funerals than I have weddings. I have watched numerous friends die from the very thing I survived. I have held back tears as I hear others tell how their strokes took their abilities away, knowing that I walked away unscathed. Survivor’s Guilt is something I deal with on the daily as I try my best to not question Fate. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a beverage and listen in as I unpack the ugly side of survivorhood.

Endometriosis was the enemy I didn’t know I had. In October 2020 I had excision surgery to remove the endometriosis from my body, turns out I had stage IV Endo and I didn’t even know it. This is my journey to diagnosis and it’s aftermath infertility.

I am firm in my belief that pumpkins are for carving, not eating! Plus come along and find out what I do to set the record straight at hooby looby!

Hi friends, I am soaking in every last drop of summer and will be back with new content in October 2021.