- Of Superpower, Wealthy White Boys, Botox’d Stepford Poodles and Hope
I think each of us has our own superpower. A thing we do with uncommon skill. It often, I’ve discovered, takes a good while to find, or accept, or understand, or feel. It’s different in everyone, how it manifests, and when. Often, or just as often, we are tricked into believing that our superpower is the thing we are maybe most known for. However, over …
- Lessons on Resilience from Canadian Solidarity
I’m an American citizen who grew up in Canada—because why settle for a normal childhood when you can have a frosty mix of hockey, maple syrup, and universal healthcare? My dad is American and my mom is Canadian. The one element that defines both families, is generations of ancestors in the same place, on the same land, going back to well before the founding of …
- From Doomscrolling to Hope: A Journey Through Canadian Patriotism
... where I talk about having a mental space to vent, diving into thoughts on politics and the chaos in the land of my birth. Reflecting on American arrogance and the MAGA movement while contrasting it with Canadian values of unity and strength.
by PaulaB 
I find butterflies cheer me up, even the big black ones we get here. They really make the most of their short lives :)
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They are beautiful to watch…so fluid and delicate..but even in their last moments of life, tattered wings and all…they keep plodding on…
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And for you too! Hope all is going well for you and your family :)
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Funny, you picked a butterfly, Paula, because you are about to leave the cocoon and spread your wings. {{{Hugs]}} Kozo
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:)
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