I admit - I'm all about the meet-cute. So much so that I've incorporated it into my oncology social work as a therapeutic tool. Where my meet-cute strategy came from was working with people with dementia and Alzheimer's. One little elderly lady I used to visit had progressed to the point her mind had her … Continue reading Meet Cute →

Confession: When I was eight years old, I was in love with The Bionic Woman, Jaime Sommers. *Pause to let anyone born after 1980 google The Bionic Woman*. I don’t just mean I was in baby love. I mean I was in completely bonified and serious love (well…for an eight year old). Yes, I can … Continue reading Bionic Love →

Hey Buddy. I figured I would call you Buddy so you start getting used to it.  Later in life, you will not be able to get away from the nickname. No worries, this won’t be like the nicknames the kids in school were calling you. People are going to be calling you Buddy left and … Continue reading Dear Little Tristan →

Sometimes, I’m convinced my voice hasn’t changed all that much since being on testosterone (T). Then I go to sing and I sound like Peter from the Brady Bunch when his pubescent voice was changing. Clearly, I’m not hearing my voice (or remembering my past voice) accurately.  I miss being able to sing the songs I … Continue reading Muscle Memory →

I can’t tell you how many times I read the phrase “Pen Is Envy” in Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale before I got it. I couldn’t figure out what the hell a pen had to do with envy. All I knew was the main character Offred was trying to prevent losing her literacy by reading … Continue reading Pen Is Envy →

Some people think it’s extremely rude and inappropriate to ask a trans person whether they have had bottom surgery. I’m here to tell you: I disagree. Ok, that was a bit of click bait I admit but there is some truth there. Before you read me a riot act, I implore you to access your … Continue reading What’s In My Pants? →

The very first time I bought a record (yes, vinyl) I was about 12 years old. Surprisingly it wasn’t ABBA. It was a…get ready for this…T. G. Sheppard album. One of the songs quickly became my favourite: I Loved ‘Em Every One. So just picture my 12 year old self stylin’ a straw cowboy hat … Continue reading 14 Reasons →

Confession. I am a hopelessly guarded romantic. There was a time I believed two people meant to be together could find each other despite being needles in the world’s biggest haystack. And that Xena: Warrior Princess would be the catalyst to bring them together. It happened to me once. Since you’re still here, let me … Continue reading Meet Me in St. Louis →

And what I didn't consider at the time was: no matter where you go in the world, in most places there will be mirrors. A couple of weeks ago I was at a retirement party. There was someone there who hadn’t seen me in a few years, so they didn’t recognize me when I approached … Continue reading (Trans)Man in the Mirror →

"For real, the sweetgrass kept burning out every few feet the first time I smudged here. Yes, that freaked me out." I remember the first moment my ex and I walked into our first (and last) house together. I could feel new beginnings call from each corner of our new home. We would build a … Continue reading Downsize Me! →