Dreaming Big

Please don’t tell the dollhouse, but I’ve been looking at other homes. Over the last few weeks, perhaps as some sort of “new year, great attitude” schtick, (which you might scoff at if you read some of my angst in last week’s posts) I’ve been letting the universe know exactly what I would like out…

Cat Pants

During the financial crisis of late 2011, when my former tenant stopped paying rent –forcing me to evict her– and it took me six weeks to secure a new renter for my basement suite, I bought nothing unnecessary. I prettied myself up in the morning with a gunky partially-dry mascara. I ate the half frost-burned…