March. Nary a hair (make that hairs) hath hastened my journey to self-accepted (and decidedly steadfast) singledom than these unsightly sprouts springing forth on my wild and wintered legs. Was it the holistic hippy retreat, the brisk Canadian cold (first official day of spring and it’s snowing) or the “I’ll never move back to (small […]
Summer Camp Campiness—Only Bare-Ass Naked
February. Driving back to Canada from California (solo)… The room is cozy with birch-panelled walls, roughly made wood furniture and three single beds (one in the loft) with a fluffy comforter and an extra sheet set on the bed. “How thoughtful,” I muse. There’s no TV and no telephone and no Wi-Fi (!), but there […]
