Some of you asked for dating apps stories, so I compiled one and published it on my Medium account. https://claudettelabriola.medium.com/
For your convenience, I cross-posted it here for you as well.
Disclaimer: this essay may not quite be what some of you were expecting. 🙂
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Less than 3 weeks ago my mother fell and broke her femur at the joint of her hip. She was on vacation in Switzerland and required surgery.
About a week ago she returned to Canada where my sister and I looked after her.
Continue reading “Drama in the grocery aisles”I’ve traveled down memory lane back to my University dorm and wrote out a bunch of memories. There are now 4 essays posted on my If Not Now When publication under the Sexuality tab about my coming-of-age lessons in sex and sexuality. If this isn’t me pushing comfort zones then I don’t know what is! 😛 Your discomfort does not inhibit my creativity. I decided to cross-post the newest essay here on my blog for you to read in case you cannot access the Medium platform. I know they have a quota if you’re not a member or subscriber. Ask … Continue reading Learning sex essays
The other day I was taking a break from the daily routine and took a walk around a park near a marina. The area is peppered with a few small, non-chain restaurants and bars, but they were relatively quiet since it was a weekday in the middle of the afternoon; happy hour wouldn’t begin for a while.
Continue reading “More pandemic reflections while out on a stroll”I have decided to do something dumb fun. 😳
When I posted that picture of me in pig-tails, thanks to the teen girl and her hair-styling implements, a couple of people commented that I look young. Note: I am not young. No, really. I’m not young. (Also, what is young?) As most of you probably know I am a mom of teens. I suspect that you think of me as GenX. I am. I believe I have mentioned this a few times over the years as well. 🙂 I’ve been thinking about age a lot lately, which is partly influenced by this idiotic thing on twitter I came across … Continue reading Age is just a number
I listened to the ABBA Gold album yesterday while cleaning/sweeping/swiffering/cooking with my wireless headset on my head, singing and dancing along to all the tunes.
Family gave me some sideway glances. I didn’t care!
Dog was… confused, but guess what? I didn’t care!
I amazed myself that I knew the words to most of the songs…
Continue reading “Fun songs with cringeworthy lyrics”This post is the second part of a story I recalled while walking down memory lane. It involves a life drawing class with nude models. It may interest you to read part 1 first, and I would highly encourage you to read the comments, as well.
Given the interesting events of the first nude model drawling class, and the subsequent attention from a male student in a dorm, I spent the rest of my week fretting.
Partly I was intrigued about the the philosopher student’s offer to pose nude for me in the name of ‘practicing’ my sketching. But it was weird; he was a few years older, and he had a fiancée I had never even seen in the dorm.
Continue reading “Life lessons: sketching nude models (part 2)”One day many moons ago, my Fine Art professor announced we were going to do some life drawing in the two next classes. It was going to involve nude models.
Continue reading “Life lessons: sketching nude models (part 1)”
Yesterday I listened to an online webinar. My first one, ever.
This is what I had posted to my door: Continue reading “Becoming unstuck: how a DottoTech webinar helped me back onto my path”
My left leg hurts.
I can barely walk.
It’s the upper thigh location. Searing pain, as if I pulled a muscle.
But I haven’t done anything other than sitting.
Maybe it’s all the sitting… Continue reading “A nothing post”
Disclaimer: I understand that many/most people have bigger fish to fry while the world is falling apart than to sit and contemplate this vanity-induced post here, so if you do comment, please be kind (but still honest) – I have no qualms blocking anyone if you attack or put down someone’s opinion on my blog.
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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
Here’s one that surfaced today: Continue reading “Letting (her/yourself) go”
While some places are opening up and allowing hair salons and barber shops to invite business back into their establishments, Toronto isn’t there (yet).
But here’s the thing:
Writer of Words etc 