New Year’s Revolutions
I should know better. Really I should. At my count, I have 839 brain cells left, and not one should go missing. So, next year,...
Cringeworthy, embarrassing tales.
I should know better. Really I should. At my count, I have 839 brain cells left, and not one should go missing. So, next year,...
I have a story for you. For many, this will explain a few things about me. CBC Canada had a call out for submissions about...
Sorry it’s been awhile, I’ve been doing laundry. Lots of Laundry. Just for the record, whoever is helpfully passing along their lice, you owe me...
I have been volunteering at the school office, doing some admin. This is actually therapy. Whenever I walk in the door, I start to sweat....
We all make mistakes, some of which get caught on film. This means you, unicorn man-friend. This photo may come back to haunt you, mysteriously...
The package was sitting on the doorstep, a neat, perfunctory rectangle with no real identifying insignia. “Mom, what did you get?” The kids ask. They...
It was a moment I hadn’t had in a while, and the simple joy of it took me by surprise. I was speeding home in...
All was quiet, right before a large projectile hit the back of my head. It was a glorious spring day, and my daughter and I...
“I really need to get Tom Cruise out of my life,” I recently complained to a friend. “He turns up in just about every...
Schadenfreude (German: ) is pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others. Leave it to the Germans to come up with such an exacting word, one I should...
I call the blog “The Obtuse Angle” because I love the word “obtuse” and I like to poke fun at myself, even if I’m anything but simple. It’s my angle, a way for me to bring levity to the world. The blog is like traveling to the basement of my brain––the messy place, for less-polished, off-the-cuff musings.
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