When sh*t hits the fan
Here’s some helpful suggestions for when life is running you to the ground.
Here’s some helpful suggestions for when life is running you to the ground.
For years I hiked in everything from Converse to (shudder) flip-flops, and I struggled to understand why my feet felt like theyâd been shattered into a million pieces.
They focus strongly on the risks of abortion, some overblown, and some unsupported by factual evidence.
We arranged to meet in a quiet New Westminster café to talk about his life as one of the most successful (and loathed) developers ever.
His injuries included torn ligaments in his leg from a swift laptop-slamming leap, hand lacerations from the proceeding trip over computer wires and, most significantly, deep social contusions to his fragile, fragile ego.
Ridder tried talking shit about them behind their backs by ranting about horses on social media, but even that didnât get them to take the hint and leave her alone.
Keeping it open is what John A. Macdonald would have wanted. He didnât come all the way from Scotland and invent Canada just so I could close a door and be rude.
I have never felt so small, yet from landing in this country not a mere four hours ago it crept on me that this place can do that to you.
“It was with that that the four ships left the hanger, each one flying off in a different direction.”