I wonder, Is it alright for me to moan about the hassles of my daily commute when elsewhere folks have to walk hours just to get to a tap with running water. Is it…
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I’m terribly sorry about this, but with this humble and brief posting of mine I have to take you away from JoAnna’s most likely warm and lovely yoga indian island and transfer you to…
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culture & community relationships & love sisterhood travelLove Actually (or: How I Got My 18-Year Old Thighs Back)
During the throes of our tumultuous relationship, Yoga, I managed to find my 18-year old thighs (or more spiritually put “my 18-year old thighs found me”)… Happy Valentine’s Day, Ashtanga yoga! Since we’re approaching…
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This is Hastings St, Vancouver, BC. It’s my favourite street. Today it’s raining and we’re walking to my bus stop. We see this sign: Hastings is upset that Marc Emory, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Emery, a pot advocate,…
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So, it’s just a few days into the year of the dragon and already it’s making me change. My trusty computer, Shamu, had been giving me some problems. Every so often her screen would…
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This is an epic post of great proportions. We’ve taken a break from the norm to bring you an entire collection of thoughts in one stellar post. Seven of us have responded to the…
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I found a fancy word this week. And can I just tell you, I’m excited to learn something new when I’m surrounded by kid-talk (like my daughter discussing the merits of boogers or the…
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It all starts with the eye lashes. The cover girl in the ad of the new mascara that advertises a “x00% boost in volume” looks stunning. But in the bottom right corner of the…
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Forgive the brevity of this post, I’ve been unplugged. In fact this post is a day late due to the fact that I’ve been offline and quite simply forgot. But sitting up in bed…
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A week ago I spoke to my mother. It was a typical long-distance conversation where we moved from the mundane (e.g. what did you have for dinner?) to the pressing (e.g. how long will…