Adopted

I was born in the capital of Canada (Ottawa), my mum never figured out who my Dad was because she had sex with many different guys when she was in high school. Her getting pregnant with me was an accident and her parents wouldn’t allow an abortion so I was born on August 25th 2005

My House

I’m in my 80s now but I lived in the same house since I was born, until I moved into this care home. Me and my husband were married for 61 years. I lived in my house and I met my husband who lived in a similar smallholding two miles away

Wild women

It was plain to see I was not good enough for her eldest, her favorite, son. Anxious, anorexic, and worse, of French Canadian descent; not a suitable match at all.

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Check your boobies ladies! I thought it would be a good time to share my story on the matter. I’m one of the lucky ones who comes out of this story completely fine but it’s something that has changed my outlook for sure!

Blame my mother.

Blame my mother. It’s her fault that I am a drug dealer.

Mind, I am a “professional” drug dealer, aka budtender, at a co-located medical/adult use cannabis dispensary on the east coast of the US.

A Learning Curve!

When I was 15, I moved from Ireland to London, at that time I was already used to working hard n long hours, so London was a logical step for me, also I had a few older buddies already living there. The year is 1984.