I have decided not to congratulate people on weight loss anymore. It’s just too uncomfortable.
Male ‘period-phobia’: the oldest joke in the book
Happiness can feel like a greased pig we are forever chasing only to land in mud and excrement over and over again. Why do you elude us, happiness? Here, piggy piggy piggy.
Paddle Your Own Paddleboard: My Attempt at the Solo Vacation
“Opinions are like a#%holes. Everybody’s got one.”
Health and fitness: the angel and devil on your shoulder
Hashtag movie alone
Splitting bills, splitting hairs
Confessions of an eavesdropper: lessons from listening in
Made up makeup
Every year when summer packs up and leaves us Canadians, it devastates us.
After a long winter (and several additional mini-winters) it’s that time again in Winnipeg…patio season.
As a student, dating-wise, you’ve got it made. Since reaching sexual maturity, you have been surrounded by single people your own age.
How much sex should you be having?
Winnipeg winters are, to say the least, harsh.
Bodily functions have been taboo for a long time.
But at some point our attitude toward numbers one and two turned from a natural and biologically correct repulsion, to shame at our own bodies for creating waste in the first place.
Because I am a writer, comedian, and an actor I am also (obviously) a waitress.
I want to get in shape; I’m going to run a marathon.
I just graduated/got divorced/turned 30, 40, 50/ate a really good sandwich … I’m going to run a marathon.
“I had a whole bottle of Jack… lost my voice singing karaoke… ate three Big Macs… woke up on the deck… sprained my ankle… worked the next day… so crazy. Guys, it was so crazy.
When’s the last time you used your phone…as a phone?