Take Me Away, To A Place Where Good Times Roll

I am 35 years old, at Malkin Bowl on a sunny Saturday night. I’m exhausted. I feel as though I’ve been here forever, waiting for Great Big Sea to take the stage. I’m already cynical and unfair. The crowd is old. Balding men love Great Big Sea. When did this happen? I’m not ready for this realization: that these are the same people who were young, dancing next to me at Great Big Sea concerts 10 years ago. They are old because we are all old.

You want me to eat what now?

Scorpions, Seahorse and Starfish. Street Food on a stick.

I took my sister with me to China/Hong Kong, because it felt like a bit of an adventure, and while I would need to put in several days working with WHO, I figured she could futz around the city and see the sights. I was well aware even then that I would be spending a lot of time in the area, writing the WHO Traditional and Complementary Strategy.

I am, I can, I will

I am a woman.
I am as smart as you.
I am as capable as you.
I am as worthy as you.
If I’m being bitchy, you’re being a dick.
If I’m being emotional, you’re being a soulless fuck.