Hello out there! It has been forever since I last posted here. I thought I might bring you up to speed. In the last 6 months, I've the spent the pandemic juggling many different projects that have not been limited but include: Working as a background actor in Toronto Landing a job and working in social media (where they actually pay me now to monitor social media channels) Launching my podcast, The Borscht Belt Tattler. The Borscht Belt Tattler is my new podcast . . .
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! (Are you all hungover?) Well, we made it to Day 1 of a new year and I'm so happy to be posting here. It is around this time that I enjoy making lists of ideas, goals and things I want to accomplish for the year ahead. Considering the fact that 2020 was a complete dumpster fire of sorts for so many people, I'm doing things a little differently this time around. I'm leaning into hope. Hope has allowed me to weather life's storms and . . .
Did the title of this post make you itch? In any case, thanks for dropping by. Somehow I blinked and Christmas is less than a week away. As I write this, I am currently in my apartment, living out of plastic bags because if this year couldn't get anymore crazy, we discovered that a rash on Adam's skin was actually bedbugs. We're actually handling this pretty well (all things considered) but nothing is more humbling than trying to dig for a clean pair of underwear. But I . . .
In Canada, Mental Illness Awareness Week (MIAW) is from October 4-10 and today is World Mental Health Day. According to the Canadian Mental Health Association, in any given year, one in five Canadians will personally experience a mental health problem or illness. If you are a regular follower of my content, I am very open about my depression and anxiety. There are people in my life who have a hard time understanding why I choose to be so open. What I've come to realize in sharing my . . .
I picked up a challah from Harbord Bakery today and it’s still warm. I got a brisket in the oven. And Adam picked up some grape juice so Ethan and I can do the blessing over the wine tonight. So far so good...all the boxes checked. Oh. And one more thing: Next week, Ethan starts Catholic school. No matter how many boxes I tick off in the Balabusta/Yenta Playbook, I know that this decision will disappoint a lot of people in my life. And while nothing is more . . .