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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, I am staying in at New Year’s. It’s not like I needed to have another drink. My excuse? Sometimes, you forget you aren’t twenty. You see lots...

Cancer Pants

“You are looking good,” I told my friend Barbara, giving her crap about her new monk’s haircut.  Cancer had made most of her hair fall out, except for a patch all around her head. If she wore a hat, you couldn’t really tell. “Check out these jeans!” she said, showing...

Blast From the Past

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 “Close Encounters With Science.” I had a very close encounter. Check out the story on CBC’s picks, and yes, feel free to...

The Mangler

I heard the dreaded words tumble from my doctor’s mouth. “It’s time.” Really? When did I cross this threshold? I am about to join the club of women over forty, who have been served their papers, irritatingly pink, displaying an inhumanely symmetrical pair of breasts....