Ever wondered what shapes a creator—their inspirations, quirks, challenges, and the journey that led them to where they are today?
This interview-style Q&A peels back the layers of my world, offering an unfiltered look at the moments, passions, and philosophies that define well, “me”.
From the restless creativity of my youth to the wisdom earned through experience, from the impact of my mental health and disabilities on my artistic process to the things that truly ignite my soul, these questions explore the essence of who I am—past, present, and ever-evolving. Whether you’re here for insights, inspiration, or simply curiosity, step through the looking glass and join me in this personal reflection on life, art, music, and everything in between.
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Lets get to know "ME"! ...Q&A
What’s a typical day like for you when you’re in full creative mode?
When I’m in full creative mode, it’s like I’ve transformed into some sort of bard on an epic, magical journey, where colours explode into chaos, and I’m painting entire worlds on paper with the energy of a caffeine-fueled wizard who just drank too much grog. It’s like living in a universe only I can see—because, let’s face it, most “mundane muggles” can’t even begin to comprehend the wild, vibrant dimensions I’m creating. I feel like an adult child because, unlike most grown-ups wrapped up in boring responsibilities and being all ‘serious,’ I still have the magic of fun.
But let’s keep it real; it’s not always rainbows and unicorns prancing through fields of glitter. Sometimes, my creative world has a dark side—like when the Sith show up to party with the goblins from Labyrinth. Those moments when the paint just doesn’t cooperate? Yeah, they’re like the time I tried to bake a soufflé and it turned into a pancake. Not every piece of art is a bright, fluffy cloud; sometimes, you need a little shadow to make the light pop.
It’s in those chaotic clashes of colour and emotion that the real magic happens. Each brushstroke is like a spell cast, creating a whirlwind and hurricane of feelings that only I can summon. And while the process might feel like a high-stakes adventure in an enchanted forest being chased by ravenous chaos—where you never know if you’re about to stumble upon a friendly fairy or a cranky mountain troll—I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Every twist, every turn, every splash of paint is part of the wild ride that makes me, well, me. So here’s to the glorious messiness of creation—may it always be a little chaotic and utterly fabulous!
What kinds of things inspire you most when painting or writing?
I’m inspired by… well, everything! Seriously, my creativity is like a sponge that just soaks up the world around me—thoughts, feelings, the way light dances on a random object, the whispers of wind, sounds, textures—anything that sparks my inner fire and sends my imagination soaring.
When it comes to writing, I dive headfirst into the obscure, taking pieces of my own experiences and twisting them into fictional worlds that are part magic, part chaos, and entirely fabulous. The darker sides of my life—the traumas, the struggles, the times I’ve felt like I was fighting off a horde of dragons with nothing but a spatula—get woven into my stories, but not in a dreary way. Oh no! I mix them with paranormal adventures, fantasy escapes, and sci-fi twists because, let’s be real, who doesn’t want to dive into a world where a magic sword or a flying delorean can fix everything?
Each canvas I paint, every word I write is a tiny rebellion against the mundane, a declaration that life, even with its chaos, can be transformed into something beautiful. So, whether I’m crafting tales of enchanted forests or intergalactic escapades, I’m always seeking that spark of inspiration—because in the wild ride of creativity, every moment can lead to a fantastical adventure! It’s like therapy, but with dragons.
How did you first get into acrylic painting, and how has your style evolved over time?
I was yanked into the vibrant world of acrylic painting by none other than Jeff Collins from Prospect Career Services—a local artist and an all-around amazing human being. This guy didn’t just help me with career and life management; he opened the door to a magical realm of colours and creativity that I never knew existed. He showed me that painting could be like snuggling up in a cozy blanket for the mind—an escape hatch from reality, a way to relax, express myself, and dive into the chaotic whirlpool of my thoughts.
Over time, my style has evolved into this wild, technicolor explosion that mirrors the delightful chaos swirling in my brain. It’s like each brushstroke is a dance party where my emotions get to boogie down, combining the serene and the surreal in a kaleidoscope of colour. My canvas is both a therapy session and a playground, where every shade and shape is a new adventure waiting to be explored. It’s a place where creativity runs free, and I can let my inner child out to play, revelling in the joy of artistic expression and the delightful messiness of life. So, whether I’m splattering paint like a mad scientist or meticulously crafting a whimsical scene, each piece is a testament to my journey—a colourful celebration of the wild ride that is my imagination!
What’s your favourite subject or theme to explore in your photography?
When I pick up my camera, it’s like plunging headfirst into a dimension most people don’t even know exists—an alternate reality where magic lurks in the tiniest details. Forget the usual ‘say cheese’ portraits; I’m all about uncovering the hidden universes that lie just beneath the surface. I’m the explorer of the overlooked, the adventurer of the obscure, hunting for the cracks in a leaf, the curve of a shadow, and the sassy personalities of inanimate objects that quietly demand attention.
It’s like stepping into the secret lives of everything around me—flora and fauna become my co-conspirators, and landscapes transform into tiny wonderlands. While everyone else is busy snapping selfies, I’m wandering through the “other worlds,” those forgotten realms where nature whispers its enchanting stories and urban environments flaunt their silent, quirky personalities. My camera? It’s my portal to the extraordinary, a magic wand that reveals the beauty and wonder hidden in plain sight.
With each click of the shutter, I’m capturing the essence of moments that most would miss—the intricate dance of light and shadow, the delicate details that pulse with life, and the vibrant tapestry of existence that is just waiting to be noticed. Photography isn’t just about images; it’s about telling stories, creating connections, and diving into the delightful chaos of life that surrounds us every single day. So, let’s venture into this whimsical adventure together, one frame at a time! But make sure we clean the lenses first.
Do you have any standout moments from your archery journey — either as a student or as a coach?
Buckle up and hold onto your arrows, folks, because this is where the saga truly begins! Picture this: six years ago, I was the underdog of archery, invisible and no one knew who the hell I was, struggling to even hold a bow without looking like I was auditioning for a Seth McFarlane comedy show. Fast forward to today, and I’m basically the fairy godparent of archery—a Master Coach Developer, the Provincial Coaching Chair of Archery Alberta, and the proud mentor of 800 kids at summer camps. Yup, I’m like the Merida/Katniss/Green Arrow of the archery world—minus the superhero spandex (though I do rock a mean green hood and tights in my imagination).
And let me tell you, I’ve had my share of “Who, me?” moments. Like when I coached an 11-year-old who not only snagged two gold medals at the Alberta Youth Championships but then went on to obliterate the competition at the Alberta Winter Games, taking out the top two shooters like they were practice dummies. I mean, talk about a glow-up!
But wait, there’s more! I’ve founded my own faith-based archery club, where I get to sprinkle a little faith, trust and angel dust and mentorship on over 20 students. Oh, and did I mention I’ve split not one, not two, but SEVEN arrows in a Robin Hood-style showdown? My archery skills are so sharp, they could probably cut through the fabric of reality.
And as an athlete? Let’s just say I’m living my best life, hitting my personal best scores like 450 out of 600 on a Canada 600 and bullseye from 60 meters away. I’m on a wild ride—my quiver is bursting with potential, and I’m just getting started! So buckle up, world; this bard with a bow has many more stories to tell!
How do you balance your various interests like cooking, art, and archery?
You know that saying, “One doesn’t find the time, one makes the time“? Yeah, well, in my world, it’s more like “one trips over time and hopes for the best while dodging flying objects and the occasional existential crisis.” Seriously, between my normal fun of archery, art, online gaming, writing, working at Birch Bay Ranch, being alone, therapy, staying away from the crazy of society and cooking while figuring out this thing called “sleep”, it feels like I’m juggling flaming swords—except I’ve added a sprinkle of autism, a dash of bipolar disorder, and a hefty scoop of severe depression for that extra zing! Who knew I was a circus performer with a personality complex in disguise?
Some days, the kitchen transforms into my personal battleground. Sure, I adore whipping up culinary magic, but let’s be honest: I sometimes loathe the kitchen itself. It’s like that frenemy who always wants to hang out right when I’m trying to be productive. And then there are the days when I’m staring at a half-finished painting, procrastinating like it’s an Olympic sport—gold medal, here I come!
Now, archery? That’s my wild love affair. It’s a chaotic blend of Zen and mayhem, where I find joy in the journey, even if it doesn’t always feel like happiness. I mean, I’ve achieved some pretty epic things, from coaching like a pro to nailing personal bests, yet there’s always that nagging feeling that my work doesn’t get the respect it deserves. It’s the classic conundrum of juggling passions: you can adore something while wrestling with its quirks and challenges. It’s like trying to herd a bunch of cats wearing jetpacks—utterly chaotic, wildly entertaining, and utterly impossible! But hey, who doesn’t love a good challenge, right? I mean I teach over 800 kids at summer camp ever year how to use deadly ancient weapons (tools) and methods on how to take over the world without burying their faces in digital screens of domains that ponder other questions. At least they will survive the digital zombie apocalypse.
What’s a hobby or activity you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?
Ah, crocheting and knitting—the magical art of transforming string into wearable wonders! It’s like alchemy, but with yarn. I’ve always yearned to plunge headfirst into the cozy, colourful universe of hooks and needles, dreaming of crafting everything from snuggly sweaters to whimsical hats. But here’s the kicker: my patience levels are about as high as a squirrel on espresso, and my willpower? Let’s just say it’s about as sturdy as a soggy noodle on a rainy day, flopping around in the wind!
I look at the stunning creations others whip up, and I’m utterly enchanted—like a moth drawn to a fabulous, glittery flame. But then, out of nowhere, depression and self-doubt crash the party like uninvited guests who’ve overstayed their welcome, and suddenly I find myself staring at a tangled mess of thread, feeling more defeated than a cat in a dog park. My learning disability doesn’t do me any favours either; it’s like trying to knit with chopsticks while blindfolded, all while someone’s blasting pop music at ear-splitting volume! (Thank God I can remove my hearing aids and go deaf)
But hey, let’s not throw in the towel just yet! Maybe one day I’ll summon the courage to conquer the yarn dragon and emerge victorious, yarn flying and creativity soaring! Until that glorious day arrives, I’ll just keep admiring the beautiful creations from afar, dreaming of a future filled with fuzzy fluffy cozy cozies and colourful chaos! Who knows? Maybe my next masterpiece is just a stitch knit and pearl away!
When it comes to writing, do you prefer short stories, novels, or another format entirely?
For me, writing isn’t just a pastime; it’s a flamboyant, glitter-filled quadruple loop supersonic gooey glazed rollercoaster ride through the wacky amusement park of my imagination! Whether I’m crafting a bite-sized short story or unleashing a sprawling novel the size of a small rebel moon, it’s all about diving headfirst into the chaotic whirlpool of my own creation. I approach stories like a magical borderless puzzle, where each piece is a vibrant colour splashed onto the tapestry of my mind. I start with a beginning and an end, and then, if inspiration decides to crash the party (usually at the most inconvenient hour, like 3 a.m. after waking up from severe chronic night terrors), I keep piling on layers like a cake made of sheer whimsy and absurdity!
Who needs a neatly wrapped-up ending when you can throw in more twists than a pretzel factory on overdrive in an R.L. Stein novel? I’m all about that choose-your-own-adventure life, channelling my inner D&D wizard and science fiction starship, ready to summon fantastical creatures and time-bending plots that make my brain do somersaults through the multiverse of ancient pastries. Short stories and novellas? They’re like the delightful snacks of my literary buffet! But poetry? Oh, that’s my secret weapon—my enchanted sword that slays dragons of writer’s block on a holodeck!
Writing is my escape hatch to fantastical realms where reality is just a background character, taking a long coffee break while I leap into the fray. Sometimes, my words become portals to worlds where I’m the hero, valiantly battling the dragons of the mundane and navigating the labyrinths of the bizarre. It’s like living in my very own Life is Strange saga, where creativity knows no bounds, and the only limit is how far my wild imagination can fly! So grab your tights and buckle up—let’s soar into the swirling vortex of chaotic brilliance together!
What’s your relationship with music? Any favourite bands or artists that fire up your creativity?
Ah, music and I—it’s a relationship as tangled and dramatic as a soap opera plot twist that leaves you gasping for air! As someone who’s deaf and hard of hearing, music serves as my lifeline to the world, my personal sanctuary where I can connect with reality while sneaking off into a whimsical dreamscape of sound. It’s like a cozy therapy session wrapped in a sparkly bow, where every note is a hug for my soul.
I’m a die-hard fan of jazz and classical tunes, which cradle my spirit like a velvet blanket on a chilly evening. But don’t even get me started on the epic soundtracks from the 80s and 90s—those magical gems make me want to dance like no one’s watching (or at least channel my inner David Bowie, complete with flamboyant costumes and glitter!).
Now, let’s get real about rap. Yeah, that’s a hard pass from me—it’s like trying to mix oil and water while blindfolded. And as for Taylor Swift? Well, let’s just say I’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard while simultaneously getting a root canal. I’m sticking with The Cure and Midnight Oil, thank you very much! My music taste is a quirky time capsule that never gets old, echoing with retro vibes and classic tunes that transport me to another realm. Those retro soundtracks? They’re the real MVPs of my auditory adventures, making every moment feel like a scene out of an epic movie—complete with dramatic flair and an extra sprinkle of glitter! And don’t forget those hit tunes of the good ole TV intro jingles. From the “Raccoons” to “Fraggle Rock and “Care Bears” and “Dr Snuggles” to the great hits of “Airwolf” and “Saved by the Bell”. Kids today listen to pure garbage.
Describe your cooking style — are you more of a recipe-follower or an improviser?
Welcome to my culinary circus, where the frying pans sizzle like they’re auditioning for a Broadway show, and the recipes? Well, let’s just say they take a detour through the wacky side of life! Imagine if Gordon Ramsay’s fiery flair collided with Guy Fieri’s flamboyant vibe, Bobby Flay’s precision, and Alex Guarnaschelli’s elegance, all wrapped in my uniquely chaotic charm. It would be “Hells Kitchen in Canada but with Class“
Now, picture me as a mad scientist in the kitchen, swapping out ingredients like a wizard with a wand—if I don’t like it, can’t find it, or think it might make me break out in hives and I need an epipen, it’s outta there! That’s the birth story of “Dinner by the Minute,” a TV show spectacle I created where my quirky cooking style takes center stage and recipes morph into a delightful game of culinary roulette. My cookbooks? They flew off the shelves faster than hotcakes at a brunch buffet—too bad the income was more like crumbs than a feast! But who cares? My kitchen shenanigans are a hit with anyone who appreciates a little culinary chaos.
I follow recipes as much as Deadpool follows instructions building furniture—rarely, and usually with a few delightful tricks up my sleeve. If you’re searching for a recipe that’s both a culinary masterpiece and a glorious mess, you’ve found your place! Join me on this wild, flavourful adventure where the only thing more extravagant than the food is the fun we have making it! Including the gastronomic heat.
How does your sense of humor shape the way you approach life’s challenges?
If laughter’s the best medicine, then buckle up buttercup, ‘cause I’m the zany pharmacist doling out doses of absurdity like candy from a circus cannon. Picture me in a witches hat, cauldron but with a white lab coat—okay, maybe it’s bedazzled—handing out prescriptions for the giggles, cackles, and snorts that’ll have you questioning reality. My humor? Oh, it’s a wild beast—one minute it’s drier than a desert in a hairdryer factory, the next it’s slapstick with a side of “Did that just happen?” My specialty? Weird. Deliciously, unapologetically weird. You think you’ve seen strange? Honey, you’re just getting started.
People might think I’m the class clown with a twist of “What is going on in that brain?” but hey, at least I’m the one turning awkward silences into laugh riots or gut wrenching groans where people just simply walk away from me. My autistic brain might make me miss a cue or two—like, did someone just make a joke, or are we all still staring blankly into the void?—but it’s also the very fuel for my offbeat, quirky, ‘where did that even come from?’ brand of comedy. Let’s just say, my humour is so unique, even aliens would be scratching their heads, or antennas, trying to figure it out. This is why we can’t find life out there, or even in my head.
Comedy is my battle cry when life decides to throw a curveball—or twenty—and trust me, I’ve been hit by most of them. It’s my Jedi mind trick for turning bad days into chuckle-fests and awkward moments into full-on absurdity Olympics. Whether I’m dealing with my own mental circus or trying to levitate someone else’s mood with a well-placed sarcastic jab, I’m here to make sure life’s comedy isn’t just funny—it’s a full-blown, laugh-till-you-cry, no-holds-barred masterpiece, or in the end, I just give hugs all around. Can never say no to a hug, unless it’s a porcupine, or my ex (same thing, their both pricks!)
If you had to describe your teenage self in one word, what would it be and why?
If I had to sum up my teenage self in one word, it’d be “Invisible”—like, full-on ghost mode, wandering the halls of junior high and high school like I was auditioning for some tragic, unseen role in the world’s most awkward drama. Picture me, floating through the social scene like a misplaced taco in a Rooster Teeth “RWBY” food fight—there, but not quite part of the action, and somehow always the one people aimed their insults at. Yup, I was that kid. High school was basically one long round of hide-and-don’t-seek, with me as the reigning champion of being forgotten. Cue the sarcastic victory parade, complete with imaginary confetti.
But here’s the plot twist no one saw coming—least of all the bullies who acted like I was some kind of chew toy for their verbal jabs. That shadowy maze of solitude? It became my battleground. Every snide comment, every lonely lunch, every awkward moment was like forging a sword in the fire of ‘You’ll see, world, you’ll see.’ I didn’t just survive; I alchemized that loneliness into fuel for my creativity, like turning lemons into a five-star meal—except the lemons were social anxiety and crippling doubt, and the meal is… well, me.
Now, looking back, I can’t help but chuckle wryly—because nothing screams “success” quite like embracing the chaos of adulthood with both arms and a maniacal grin. That invisible, bullied kid? Oh, she’s still here, but now she’s wrapped in rainbows, bedazzled, and riding a unicorn named “Fluffy Resilience,” flying through life like it’s one big, never-ending carnival of creativity. Junior High and High school may have been a horror movie, but adulthood? Honey, it’s a glitter-filled drama and a paranormal action-comedy, and I’m the star—awkward taco and all.
How has your autism journey shaped your personal growth over the years?
My journey with autism and that lovable vast spectrum has been anything but ordinary. Diagnosed at seven, while I was in foster care, I didn’t fully understand the magnitude of what it meant. Back then, it felt like just another label, another reason I didn’t quite fit into the neatly constructed boxes the world expected me to. Life was already complex, a strange blend of uncertainty and survival, and autism? It was another layer of different—one I didn’t fully revisit until decades later, when I found myself, as an adult in my late 40s, seeking answers for struggles I couldn’t explain.
Getting re-diagnosed later in life was like suddenly finding a missing piece to a puzzle I didn’t even know I was solving. It explained so much—the isolation, the feeling of being on the outside looking in, the way I could walk through a crowded room and still feel utterly alone. Autism has this way of painting the world in different shades, some of which only I can see, making my reality both beautifully strange and painfully distant.
It’s true that my world has often felt masked by loneliness, a layer of bitterness hanging over moments that could have been easier, connections that could have been smoother. But within that loneliness is a sort of quiet strength, a resilience born out of navigating life in my own way, on my own terms. The way my mind works, the way it captures details others might overlook, or the way I can get lost in thoughts that feel bigger than me—there’s a kind of magic in that, even when it’s hard.
Autism has shaped my life like an artist shapes clay—sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, but always with intention. It has been both my shadow and my light, the quiet presence that has molded my sense of self in ways that are as deep as they are mysterious. Yes, there’s pain, and yes, there’s been a lot of confusion along the way, but there’s also this immense clarity, this bright, unshakable truth: my world, for all its strangeness and uniqueness, is mine.
And within this weird, often chaotic existence, I’ve learned to find beauty. Autism isn’t just a chapter in my story—it’s the undercurrent that’s shaped the entire narrative, adding depth to every experience, every hardship, every victory. It’s what makes my life vibrant and richly textured, even when the world around me seems muted. For all its challenges, it’s also given me a different kind of vision, a way to see and understand life that’s uniquely mine. And in that, there’s power, a power that allows me to own my journey, even when it feels like no one else can fully see the world I live in.
What’s your favourite decade for pop culture, and what do you love most about it?
Get ready to take a technicolor trip down memory lane, because the 80s were my neon-fueled kingdom of all things fabulous, and the 90s weren’t far behind! But let’s be real, the 80s? They are it—the ultimate golden age of pop culture, cartoons, and sheer unadulterated creativity.
First off, let’s talk She-Ra: Princess of Power. She wasn’t just swinging a sword; she was cutting through the drabness of life with style and sparkle. I mean, who didn’t want to wield a glittering sword and ride into battle with their magical flying unicorn? She-Ra was the beacon of strength, girl power, and fierce independence that every girl needed! And while we’re talking girl power, don’t forget Jem and the Holograms—the rockstar superhero with pink hair, holographic earrings, and a band that could save the world with a killer guitar riff. Truly, truly outrageous! It was a world where girls could be heroes, musicians, warriors, and fashion icons—all at the same time.
Then, of course, there’s My Little Pony—the candy-coloured kingdom where ponies had personalities (and way cooler hairstyles than I ever managed). These little four-legged wonders were my pastel-coated escape from reality. And who could forget Rainbow Brite? She wasn’t just bringing color to the world, she was bringing hope, magic, and starlight with every step. Riding Starlite through Rainbow Land, saving the day with a flick of a rainbow beam—it was pure, sparkling adventure, with just the right amount of glitter to keep life bright.
Now, let’s throw Strawberry Shortcake and the Pixietails into the mix, where everything smelled like freshly baked dreams. My heart still skips a beat thinking about those sweet, sunny days filled with berries and magic. It was all about friendship, teamwork, and maybe a pie fight or two (but make it cute).
And okay, okay, I’ll admit it: I wasn’t just into the pink-and-glitter crowd. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles deserve a shout-out too. What’s not to love about pizza-munching, sewer-dwelling ninjas with attitude? While I was waving my magical She-Ra sword, those turtles were teaching me to slice through life’s challenges like a katana through a pepperoni, bacon mushroom meatlovers pizza with a ton of cheese, like cowabunga dude!.
It wasn’t just about the shows, though. The 80s were a time when you could be anything. You didn’t just watch cartoons—you lived them. It was a pop culture revolution where fashion was louder, music was bigger, and everything was turned up to 11. The colours, the outfits, the keytars! There was no shame in being larger than life because that’s exactly what the world wanted—bold, bright, unapologetic magic.
Despite the chaos of my foster years, the 80s were my escape, my beacon of joy in a sea of challenges. It was a world where heroes were real, magic was everywhere, and there was always another adventure waiting right around the corner. Sure, I didn’t have a magical rainbow belt or a talking pony, but those shows gave me hope. They were my gateway to a universe where I could be strong, powerful, and—most importantly—myself.
No other decade has ever come close to that pure, unfiltered, glitter-coated imagination. It was the time when the impossible became possible, and every day was a new adventure filled with neon lights, cassette tapes, and the sound of synthesizers. It was a world where everything sparkled—yes, even the villains—and where being “you” was the most radical thing you could ever do. Music had taste, things actually and affordable price, cars were actually cool and fixable, stuff you bought lasted longer than a few months, and most of all, the internet didn’t exist. We played in parks till the street lights came on, didn’t complain when we hurt ourselves, and rode banana seat bikes with streamers. God, how in someways I miss the 80’s and in some ways I don’t. I think this generation can learn from that decade.
So yeah, the 80s? That’s where the real magic happened. If I could hop in a time machine right now, I’d crank up the synth-pop, grab my rainbow cape, and never look back! Go big, or go neon.
Do you have any pet peeves or things that annoy you?
OK everyone, buckle up my buttercups!, because my list of pet peeves is like a bizarre funhouse filled with mind-bending mirrors and the occasional rogue popcorn kernels that refuses to pop. First up, let’s talk about the universal crime of people chewing loudly in otherwise silent spaces. Seriously, it’s like someone is trying to audition for the role of “Walking Crunch Disaster” in a movie no one asked for. How is it possible to turn a simple snack into a symphony of jaw-clenching irritation? Are they chewing a boulder? Are they crunching on the sound of my sanity slowly slipping away? The world may never know.
Then there’s the great tragedy of doors that don’t shut properly. You know the ones—the door gets just close enough to convince you it’s closed, only to rebel at the last second with a pathetic “click” that sounds more like a snicker. It’s like the door is playing a cruel game of “guess how many times I’ll make you come back and fix me before you snap.” Spoiler: I will always come back, and it will always win.
And don’t even get me started on people who lack spatial awareness in the grocery store. You know the type—standing right in the middle of the aisle like they’ve declared themselves King of Canned Goods, while you’re just trying to get to your sacred jar of peanut butter. It’s like they’re waiting for some grand procession of marshmallow horses to guide them out of the way, but alas, I’m the only one there, and I’ve got places to be, people!
Let’s also throw in a special shout-out to the injustice of mismatched socks. It’s a conspiracy, I swear. There’s some rogue, sock-eating monster that collects screams in the washing machine that feeds off my hope and joy. I put two socks in, and one comes out, as if it’s run away to join a circus for lost laundry. What do they do with all those missing socks? Is there a secret sock society? A world where all the lost socks go to form an army of lone foot warmers? I demand answers!
Then, of course, there’s the eternal curse of tangled headphones (or now, charger cables). I could lay them down perfectly—like a delicate flower, carefully arranged—and yet, within seconds, they’ve transformed into a knot so complicated even a sailor would shed a tear. I can practically hear the wires laughing at me as I try to untangle them, like some villainous spaghetti monster determined to ruin my day.
And don’t even get me started on people who don’t use their turn signals. I mean, are they just out there with their invisible friend, Telepathy Tony, assuming we all know where they’re headed? “Surprise! I’m turning left!” No, sir, it’s not a game of vehicular hide-and-seek. I don’t want to guess your next move, I just want to survive the drive home.
Also, what is with the injustice of uneven ice cubes? I mean, if I’m making a drink, and I’m preparing for the perfect balance of chill, but one ice cube insists on being a tiny mutant sliver while the other is a Titanic-sized chunk—it throws off the whole beverage feng shui! Honestly, how am I supposed to be my most fabulous self when I’m sipping on a drink that’s colder on one side than the other? Unacceptable.
But perhaps the biggest offender of all time: Glitter. Now, I know, you might think that someone as colourful as me would love glitter. Oh no, friend, glitter is a sneaky little demon that hides in every nook and cranny for years. You spill a tiny bit of glitter in 1993, and by 2043, you’re still finding rogue sparkles in your socks, in your hair, in your soul. There is no escape. Glitter is forever. WE NEED MORE GLITTER!
In the grand theater of life’s annoyances, these pet peeves are the backstage crew—forever setting the scene, dropping banana peels in my path, and making sure I have just enough absurdity to keep things interesting.
And then, of course, there’s common sense, or rather, the lack of it. I mean, can we all agree that some things should be just… obvious? Like, don’t block a door with your cart in the grocery store—this isn’t an escape room!
The list of things that make my brain itch is a quirky rainbow of annoyance. But let’s be real, life would be boring without a little chaos. As long as I’m not tripping over another cable, I can keep laughing through it all! but I let’s talk about cables. I mean, come on, we’re living in the future with robots, space travel, and virtual reality, and yet here we are, still drowning in a spaghetti monster of tangled cords! Computers, TVs, stereos, Christmas lights—you name it, and it’s got a cord attached, usually wrapped around every available surface like some twisted game of Twister no one signed up for. Wireless? Yeah, right. That’s a pipe dream, apparently, because instead of the sleek, untethered world of our childhood cartoons, we’re still stuck untangling chargers like we’re on a bad episode of MacGyver.
What’s something people often misunderstand about you?
Oh, misunderstandings—the spice of life, right? Let me tell you, being misunderstood has basically become my personal brand at this point. People see me as this walking, talking, pink-fluffy explosion of joy and whimsy, and yes, that’s part of who I am, but it’s only scratching the surface. The world tends to view me like I’m living in some pastel-coloured cartoon universe where everything is rainbows, cupcakes, and unicorns galloping across a cotton–candy sky. And sure, I love me some She-Ra, Rainbow Brite, and all things sparkly, but honey, there’s a whole other side people miss, but sometimes, there is the dark side of me that others don’t see.
Let’s start with the big one—mental health, my disabilities and my autism. People often interpret my autistic traits as just me being quirky or eccentric. They think the “fluffiness” of my personality is a mask, a way to avoid reality. Spoiler alert: it’s not. My love for “fluffy”, whimsy, and chaotic creativity? It’s 100% real and deeply tied to who I am. But the autism isn’t just a fun filter over my life—it’s a full-on lens through which I experience the world. I don’t just “enjoy” a colourful, chaotic existence, I need it. My brain craves stimulation, and my imagination runs at warp speed to fill in the gaps where the rest of the world seems dull, gray, and lacking in creativity. I live in my own realm of possibilities, but people often dismiss that as me being “out of touch.” Nah, I’m just tuned into a different station, one with a killer soundtrack of 80s hits and magical creatures that most people aren’t tuned into.
Then there’s my fluffy alter-ego personality—this isn’t some act. It’s not some defense mechanism I’ve created to keep the world at arm’s length. My obsession with cute things, bright colours, and all things fluffy (like my stuffed animals and scrunchies) is a natural extension of how I view the world. People think that just because I lean into cozy, laughter, and all things light, it means I can’t possibly understand or handle the darker parts of life. Here’s the gag: I’m well-acquainted with shadows. Depression, trauma, loneliness, feeling like I don’t quite fit? Yeah, we go way back. The difference is, I’ve learned to wield those experiences like a glitter-covered sword. My fluff is the way I process the heaviness, the heartaches, the hurdles. It’s the magic I cast to make the world bearable.
I’m not just this fluffy paradox wrapped in a pink bow; I’m also this deep, reflective, wild storm of thoughts and emotions. There’s a mystical complexity to me, a strange balance between whimsy and wisdom. I’ve been through it—the isolation of being misunderstood, the struggles with mental health, and growing up with autism in a world that didn’t get me. But you know what? That’s where the magic happens. The world doesn’t need to get me for me to keep dancing through it. My weirdness is my superpower, and the fluff? It’s the cherry on top. But don’t get it wrong because part of my masking is that my isolation also energizes me, bright lights cause pain, and I have mega sensory issues. I value my time alone but also hate being alone. Which is why I need hugs. Lots of hugs. I need to know I am loved and alive. Being a hugger is like embracing the world with open arms—literally. Hugs are my way of connecting, grounding myself, and sharing warmth in a sometimes cold, confusing world. They’re a silent language, one that says, “Hey, I’m here, I care, and we’re in this together.” I crave that closeness, that moment where everything else fades, and it’s just the comfort of human connection. But with that need comes fear—the fear of being too much, of not being wanted, of people misunderstanding my affection. Sometimes it stings to be left out, to feel like I don’t fit, especially when all I want is to share a little love and joy. It’s a vulnerability wrapped in fluff, where the need for closeness is at war with the worry of rejection.
So, people can misunderstand me all they want. I’ll still be here, living my best life in a Technicolor dreamcoat, juggling my chaotic creative impulses like a circus ringmaster. They can keep trying to pin me down or box me in, but I’m a cosmic enigma wrapped in sparkles, with a side of weird. Misunderstand me? Sure. Just don’t underestimate me. There’s more magic here than meets the eye.
If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
If I could live on one meal forever, it’d be the ultimate royal banquet buffett—a dish that would make even the gods jealous! Picture this: a plate piled high with Spinach Pasta Linguine Alfredo, bathed in rich, thick creamy goodness, topped with tender lobster, shrimp, and scallops that practically melt in your mouth. Toss in some spinach and shitake mushrooms for that earthy, balanced perfection, and a snowfall of Parmesan cheese to crown it all. But wait, we’re not done. Enter stage left: a 14 oz. New York steak, cooked to a perfect medium-rare, juicy and tender, with garlic and dill cream mashed potatoes and loaded with lots of butter so smooth they’d make clouds feel inadequate. And to drink, the richest, creamiest thickest, chocolate milk that is near ice cold, and for dessert a large slice of turtle cheesecake covered with caramel sauce. It’s not just a meal—it’s a feast that could power my soul through eternity.
When it comes to causes that tug at my heartstrings, autism advocacy is front and center. As someone who has navigated the vibrant, chaotic world of being on the spectrum, I deeply understand the challenges that individuals with developmental and learning disabilities face. They often encounter misunderstanding, discrimination, and barriers that shouldn’t exist in a world that champions diversity. I’m committed to raising awareness, breaking down those walls, and advocating for a future where everyone’s unique abilities are celebrated rather than sidelined.
I also stand firmly behind incredible advocates like Kaelynn Partlow, who tirelessly work to amplify the voices of those with autism and ensure that their stories are heard. We need to foster environments where support and understanding flourish, allowing every individual to thrive in their own extraordinary way.
But my advocacy doesn’t stop there. I believe in a holistic approach to well-being, which includes supporting causes related to diabetes and mental health. Both issues are far too often stigmatized and overlooked. It’s crucial to promote understanding and provide resources for those who are struggling, making sure no one feels alone in their journey.
Furthermore, I have a deep compassion for victims of parental alienation and those affected by the often heart-wrenching experiences with Alberta Social Services. Everyone deserves to feel safe and supported, and I’m determined to be part of the change that ensures justice and compassion for these individuals.
Finally, my passion extends to environmental rights. I recognize the need for oil and gas in our current world, but I also believe we must strive for balance. We can be stewards of our planet while meeting our energy needs. Advocating for a sustainable future that honors both nature and humanity is a cause that invigorates my spirit and drives me forward.
In essence, my mission is to blend advocacy with action, to ensure that everyone feels seen, heard, and empowered. Whether it’s through raising awareness, sharing stories, or simply being a supportive ally, I aim to make a difference—one colourful, fluffy step at a time.
When it comes to giving advice, what’s your go-to piece of wisdom for people?
When it comes to giving advice, my go-to nugget of wisdom is this: “Everything has a purpose, even if it is not immediately apparent. Embrace the journey, for the path is where the true magic lies.” You see, life is a wonderfully chaotic tapestry woven from experiences that often seem nonsensical at first glance. Each thread—be it bright or dark—contributes to the bigger picture of who we are. The struggles we face? They’re not just obstacles; they’re the fire that shapes our very essence.
Think of it like this: every time you trip over a metaphorical banana peel, you have a choice. You can wallow in embarrassment or use it as a launching pad for a spectacular leap into self-discovery. So, when life hands you a basket of lemons, don’t just make lemonade—throw in some glitter, a dash of whimsy, and a few unicorns for good measure!
Transformation happens when we allow ourselves to feel the full spectrum of our emotions, even the messy ones. Each challenge is like a riddle waiting to be solved, and sometimes the answers reveal themselves in the most unexpected ways. So, keep your heart open and your spirit curious. Magic happens when you least expect it, often hiding in the shadows of uncertainty. Embrace it all, and remember that even in the wildest storms, there’s always a rainbow waiting to shine through.
Finally, what’s your ultimate vision for your blog and the message you want to share with the world?
I call this part “The Grand Vision: A Rainbow filled fluffy Odyssey” – My ultimate vision for this blog isn’t just a peek behind the curtain; it’s a full-on kaleidoscope explosion! Imagine this: a vibrant tapestry woven from my zany wany escapades, creative triumphs, and heartfelt revelations. This isn’t just a showcase of my art, photography, cooking, or writing; it’s an invitation to join me on a wild, whimsical journey through the wonderfully messy realms of life.
I want to share the full spectrum of my existence—every quirk, every splash of colour, every profound insight—because we’re not just collections of our interests; we are epic tales waiting to be told! Like the fantastical adventures of She-Ra or the outrageous antics of Jem and the Holograms, my blog aims to captivate and inspire. It’s a celebration of individuality and the shared human experience, wrapped in a rainbow bow and sprinkled with glitter.
Through my words, I hope to connect with kindred spirits—fellow dreamers, artists, and warriors of whimsy who aren’t afraid to embrace their own chaotic brilliance. I want this space to be a sanctuary for all who crave authenticity and connection. Let’s dance through the absurdities of life, laugh at our missteps, and uplift one another as we explore the wonders of our own stories. My time on this galactic blue marble travelling through this vast expanse of space that has no imaginable end to our finite existence is short but I have no legacy to leave behind and no real story, so I want to use this site to do that.
I want to create a place that celebrates not just the triumphs but the delightful disasters too! In the end, this blog is more than a personal diary; it’s a beacon of hope, a reminder that we are all beautifully, uniquely flawed, and that’s what makes life an extraordinary adventure.
So grab your favourite snacks, hold a beer, put on your brightest outfit, whether its lounge pants and a sweater, cosplay or even pj’s, and let’s embark on this fabulous journey together! Here’s to a future filled with creativity, laughter, and the magic of being unapologetically ourselves!
Take Me as I Am… Or Kindly Bugger Off (With Love, of Course)
Look, I know I’m not your run-of-the-mill, standard-issue human—I’ve long since accepted that I come with a few extra features, some unconventional wiring, and an operating system that doesn’t always sync with the rest of the world. But at the end of the day, I’m just like everyone else. I want what we/you all want—friendship, understanding, a sense of belonging, and maybe a really good plate of food while discussing something nerdy like Star Trek or D&D (cause we all know Star Trek is better)
I may process things differently, communicate in ways that seem unusual, or see the world through a lens that isn’t always shared—but that doesn’t make me any less human. I laugh, I love, I overthink things at 3:00 AM while drinking hot cocoa and Baileys, and yes, I, too, experience the soul-crushing agony of stepping on a rogue Lego (though I don’t own Lego, it’s more a misplaced hair clip). I might not fit the mold, but that’s because I was never meant to.
So, here’s the deal: Take me as I am—quirks, passions, occasional sensory overloads, and all. I won’t apologize for being myself, and I won’t try to cram myself into a box just to make others comfortable. I’ve spent enough time trying to decode humanity—I’d rather just be part of it. If you get me, welcome. If not, that’s okay too—just don’t expect me to change to make life easier for you.
At the end of the day, I’m not asking for much—just a seat at the social cool kids/adult table of life, a good conversation, and the same kindness and acceptance that every person hopes for. And if we can’t agree on that, then I wish you well on your journey. No hard feelings, no dramatic exits—just a friendly wave as I continue doing what I do best… being unapologetically me and completely ignored cause I’m just different.
