What you buy, what you wear, how you do your hair, what you say…it’s all driven by one thing - emotion.

Without emotion, you wouldn’t learn anything new or remember your loved ones because none of it would hold any significance...

We all have shenanigans in our past. Maybe it was yesterday. Maybe it was when we were kids. Maybe it was big, maybe it was small.

Maybe someone hurt your feelings.

Maybe someone messed up.

Or maybe it was you. Maybe you hurt someone’s...

I was dead.

I didn’t even know it. Okay, sure, I was alive. Like my heart was beating and I was breathing…but I was dead. I was dead to my surroundings, to my desires, to my wants, to my preferences, to my dreams…dead to...

I don’t go out much. It has nothing to do with the current state of the world; I didn’t go out much before there was all these pandemic shenanigans. I like to stay home.

But I had to go to the city the other day.

I couldn’t...

I can fall into a bad habit.

I put things off. I procrastinate. I coast along every now and then without putting in any effort.

I have dreams and desires, hopes and aspirations. But I put them off.

Why? I honestly have no idea.

But this week,...

This is a crazy time. Absolutely batsh#t crazy. (Pun intended.)

There’s some pretty scary stories out there. It’s hard to know what to believe, who to believe, how to behave, whether to conform, or whether to rebel. How do we discern...

There’s a relatively new term floating around. “Toxic people”. Have you heard of it? It refers to people who have wronged you in some way, people who make choices you don’t approve of, people who are aren’t a...

I like approval. I like when people tell me I do a good job. I like when people tell me that I make a difference. I like when people believe in me, appreciate my actions, and respect my decisions.

I am not a fan of criticism.

I’m guessing...

With spring in the air, there’s something about the patches of concrete drying in the south sun that puts me back in elementary school. At recess time, we would play in front of the old school on the patches of dry concrete. As soon as the...

Have you ever tried to colour a dot-to-dot?

It doesn’t work, does it?

Without the lines, it’s just a bunch of dots. Nothing makes sense. There’s no picture, and there’s nowhere to colour.

Life is like a dot-to-dot. Just...