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Essays out loud about finding our shameless, younger selves in the middle of adult chaos. Equal parts thoughtful and funny, always with a pinch of salt.

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  1. 2025-10-22

    Where the Fuck is Denmark?

    A leap, a fractured ankle, and a whole new perspective. One university exchange to rule them all. "When I was in my final year of University, I signed up for an exchange. I mostly applied to feel like I’d done something other than get drunk on homemade wine and call-in orders of family-sized poutine. Having never left the continent, I put my preferred destinations as either Ireland or England—clearly, placing little emphasis on cuisine (or dental).  Like most volunteer opportunities, I was in it for the boost of talking about doing something. I lacked the foresight to grasp that moving somewhere was a likely requirement. I also had yet to learn that time is not an almighty buffer. A few weeks later, I got the email that I’d been accepted into the exchange program. I also received my placement country. Would it be boiled potatoes or crisps? Guinness or Newcastle? Red-haireds or other pale people?  As I opened the attachment, my hands turned clammy. It looked like I’d be spending my winter semester in….*drum roll, please*… Denmark!?  Where the fuck is Denmark?" To read in full, check out: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    12 min

  2. 2025-10-10

    A Furniture Warehouse to Call My Own

    "It looked like shit, but I knew I had to stand by it." When we moved into our first house, I threw out our frat boy futon. The time had come to invest in an “I’m a mortgaged adult” sofa. Skipping over Ikea’s middle ground, I set my sights on a down-filled velvet sectional with a price to match.  For weeks, I loitered on Article’s website with Royal Velvet propped in my shopping cart. However, even after red wine and indulgent Real Housewive’s marathons, I’d get close but then panic and abandon. As a Dollarami-Mami (in recovery), without a promo code or flash sale, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  As luck would have it, after some deep web sleuthing, I found Lady Velvet on Facebook Marketplace. The couch was in good condition, nearby, and most importantly, less than half off. And hey, a little stranger dander never hurt anybody. To read in full, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    9 min

  3. 2025-10-02

    Don't Be Cheap

    Generosity comes in all shapes and sizes (but none are found in the discount bin). As someone in recovery, I can sniff out a fellow cheap person from a mile away. I get a shiver when I watch a stranger perform their best “purse dig looking for a credit card” at bill time.  While I’ve learned to override being cheap, I still have my eye on the prize. A restaurant menu with a $2 cost-savings gap? I’ll find the combination. A utility turkey with a wing missing for Thanksgiving dinner? Who needs two? A discount bin at checkout filled with expired formula and stale nuts? Ima be sifting.  To read in full, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    10 min

  4. 2025-10-01

    Inspiration is Earned

    (I know—it's not what we want to hear.) In the summer, I wrote about going for a run, jogging for three minutes then walking to get gelato instead. Sometimes doing the wrong thing is the right thing. We can only work our day jobs, take on the side hustles, and be “good” for so long. Then, we must rebel. This could be getting the ice cream. Uncorking the magnum of wine. Or spending the day on the couch. Acting out is proof that we are still in control. It reminds us of the choice we pretend to have surrendered. But unless we’re on a drug-fuelled, Tara Reid-style bender, the pendulum swings back. The Netflix series finishes, the family nacho platter disappears, and our vacation ends. We must endure cardio, attend meetings, and mop up the sticky patch on the floor once more. Emptying our exhaust may last for a few days—or even weeks. And during this time, we’re just excited to not feel bloated. To read in full, head over to: www.backtoshameless.com/

    7 min

  5. 2025-09-24

    Ode to Procrastination

    Will the real procrastinators please stand up? After being lost in a sea of nothingness, you come up for air. A swell of disorientation washes over you. How long were you out for? Back to Shameless is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. You stare at the Google Doc on your laptop. The cursor pulsates against the blank screen. You blink a few times, then pick your eye corner. A small crusty crumbles. It’s a momentary reprieve. You settle deeper into your chair, wriggling your cheeks back and forth. To demonstrate discipline, you slide your phone behind your laptop. “Out of sight out of mind,” you mumble. Have you become someone who talks aloud? You’re closer to being a victim of elder abuse than you care to imagine. You snap back. To honour your shoulder’s angel, you close every open tab: Realtor. Facebook Marketplace. WebMD. Kayak. A “How old was Bobby Christina when she died?” Google search. To read in full, head to Back to Shameless: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    5 min

  6. 2025-09-24

    35, Still Alive

    Your annual—nay, half-decade—reminder to make friends with fear. "Whenever someone turns 35, I impulsively think, “35, still alive!”. It’s odd. It’s spectrumy. And yes, I have slogans for most ages. Exhibit: “32, chu brand new!” “33, lots to see!”. “34, so much more!”. Without surprise, little thought goes into these. I just open my enamelled trap and whatever comes out is it. Then, while mowing manchego at the birthday girl’s kitchen island, I drop “35, still alive”, the room goes cold, and we all move on. Admittedly, blurting out “35, still alive” felt a lot more carefree when I was 34 (with so much more). To read in full, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    6 min

  7. 2025-09-17

    Dream a Semi-Detached Dream

    Buying. Selling. Losing. Winning. "This year, we accidentally sold two houses on the same day. Originally, we tried to sell just our cottage with a realtor who dedicated herself to a long con. For weeks, she pretended to hire a drone photographer who continuously cancelled due to “high winds”. Needless to say, like the lack of aerial footage, no deals materialized. Eventually, we took it off the market and listed our Toronto house instead. Selling would offer more breathing room and reverse the inroads we’d made towards becoming “storage locker” people. Note: As of July 24, 2025, we’ve terminated our Storage Access contract. We sold all items en masse to a pair of Christian newlyweds. Our junk now lives in God’s grace." To read in full, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    7 min

  8. 2025-09-17

    Don't Be a Bish, Win a Fish

    A story of grit. "Five years ago, I chipped my tooth on a Twizzler. It was Halloween, and like Valentine’s and Easter, I was on an all-you-can-eat bender. Putting in late-night reps on a pack of licorice, I stretch each piece between my front teeth, gnawing off chunk after chunk. Everything is routine until I feel something inside my strawberry paste. It’s grainy. It’s rough. It doesn’t belong. With wild, sugared eyes, I make the exec decision to swallow the pearly grit. Out of an abundance of caution, I perform an oral safety check. Slowly, I run my tongue along my upper deck. That’s when I encounter a disturbance. My front tooth feels like a crumpled piece of aluminum." For the full read, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    8 min

  9. 2025-09-17

    Buy Her Back

    When naiveté is forced to transform into bravery. "About a decade ago, I sat across from my sister at a brewery in Montreal. I was in my early twenties and working for my first start-up. Everything was new and exciting. I felt like I’d won the new grad lotto. My sister, who was a couple of years ahead, didn’t share the same enthusiasm. Over hipster-priced pints, she explained that most people don’t like their jobs and that at age 25, she was fixing to retire. I was taken aback. It felt inconceivable that being an adult meant living in paycheck captivity. As I clutched onto my beer and current self-fulfillment, I felt sad for my fellow man. I poured one out for the disillusionment of my brothers and sisters. Up to that point, I only felt lucky to go to work. Sure, there were mornings when I’d rather not bike up Rue Berri or poo in a public washroom, but that was insignificant." To read in full, check out: https://www.backtoshameless.com/

    4 min

  10. 2025-09-08

    September is Our New Year

    And there's a crisp, shart pain magic in the air. "New Year’s Eve almost always falls flat. Or at the very least, it falls short of any great expectations. It’s little more than a hype holiday where we’re encouraged to wear sequins (fine), drink too much (if you insist), and then wait for Uber surge pricing to fall (the worst).  There's a strange pressure around New Year’s—even if we opt for a pyjama fondue night or a themed movie marathon. We’re asked to reflect and set resolutions, then told to cannon-launch ourselves into the next calendar year “and smash it!”..." To read in full, visit: backtoshameless.com

    3 min

  11. 2025-09-08

    How'd You Know Ron?

    A celebration of a new life. "Currently, we live in a town of 13,000 people. While we’ve had our “country” house for almost two years, we never called it home. It’s always been a mattress-on-the-floor, “don’t drink the tap water” construction site. This was until we sold Toronto and found ourselves full-time residents of Beamsville, Ontario. Admittedly, “Beamsville” sounds like the name of the town you’re not going to choose. It sounds like the Shelbyville to the Springfield. The Acton to the Georgetown. The Rockcliff-Smythe to the Queen West." To read in full, visit: backtoshameless.com

    6 min

  12. 2025-09-08

    Ugly Photo

    A snapshot of modern day humbling. "We’ve all had a drive-by mirror moment that makes us gasp in horror. A napkin dispenser tooth check that forces us to toss our lipstick. An oily puddle that shortens, widens, and humbles. But nothing compares to a merciless photo..." To read in full, visit: backtoshameless.com

    6 min
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Essays out loud about finding our shameless, younger selves in the middle of adult chaos. Equal parts thoughtful and funny, always with a pinch of salt.

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    Grace McClure—A Handcut Fry Production
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  • Episodes
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