Geralyn Wichers

"Life is a great adventure, or nothing"

I’m not poor. Low income, I guess. Ever since I met Laura, the single, Mexican mom who was raising her four children on $400 bucks a month, I’ve known I wasn’t poor. I’ve even climbed my way above the Canadian poverty line, now that i’m a pill-maker by trade (the legal kind). But I’ve struggled …

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What I shove down my gullet never ceases to amaze me.  No matter what lovely, nutritious, clementine oranges, homemade soup, whole-grain muffins, or greek yogurt I have in my fridge, I’d rather buy my lunch.  I once had a coworker who’d look over my shoulder every day to see what I was eating–leftovers, or soup …

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Well, that may be it. This week may be a failure. And it’s only half way over. The clock flipped over to Wednesday an hour and sixteen minutes ago. Despite vitamin D supplements and adequate levels of sleep and yet another episode of Sherlock on my laptop, I’m in a funk I can’t seem to …

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I’m a lousy athlete, lackluster violinist, average writer and an adequate singer, but I’m a pro at making a mess. Legendary, actually. Yesterday, after falling off my chair and causing my coach to erupt in a fit of giggles, I forgot to switch off the pump before removing a spray nozzle, which caused coating suspension …

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