Stephanie Mitchell

It all began at Music Week. Music Week, for the uninformed, is a week-long choral music camp featuring choirs at all levels of skill and achievement, held at Naramata Centre in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia. It was a wonderful musical experience, and this year it was a seminal one for me. It … Read more

Just wondering if anyone is left. After the windup dinner (where two girls showed up) it wouldn’t surprise me if there is no one left out there.

Also, nearly the entire executive has had or will soon have SRS which really isn’t what Cornbury was about. Still, those were the only people willing to step forward so that the group could continue.

It is usually the case that after SRS, feelings change and the value of Cornbury pretty much dies except for those few who believe that they still owe something to the community.

It’s funny how goodbyes are never as final as we think they are. Don’t believe me? Let’s play a little word association game. I’ll say ‘Goodbye.” “Good riddance.” “I’ll miss you.” “See you tomorrow.” “See you when you get back.” “See you in court.” “See you in heaven.” “You’ll always be in my heart.” “Click.” … Read more

I have two jobs that need to be done I’d like to have a transgendered indvidual do the work.
My wife is going on a mini vacation from Wed June 22 to June 27 and that is the time I’d like the work to be done (sorry for the short notice.

Job 1 is to restretch the carpet in the upstairs hall. It is quite bad in front of Joy’s room and loose in other places.

Well, I gather it is out

If you’ve decided to take the plunge and commit to transition, you’ll know that you have to live for a year as your chosen gender. In British Columbia, this is a prerequisite for applying for Medical Services Plan funding for Gender Reassignment Surgery, Nearly all surgeons performing GRS will also expect it. The one-year Real … Read more

It was a day just like any other. It dawned at its astronomically appointed hour. The sky was meteorologically clear. I awoke before my alarm clock (okay,perhaps I can be forgiven one deviation from the norm). I showered, dressed and had breakfast. And so, un-momentously, began one of the most momentous days of my life. … Read more

I looked in the mirror last night and saw myself. Hardly an earth-shattering observation; this is not exactly news which would grip the attention of media moguls or command a fleet of TV and radio vans to congregate on my lawn like a flock of migrating geese. It is, in short, rather self-evident. The next … Read more

(This was written a long time ago, but it seems fitting to use it as the first entry to my blog.) As many dear readers will know, I have begun the journey to transition. Well, perhaps it’s more like starting on a major leg of that journey; transition for me really began when I came … Read more

Groundhog Day, 2011. It’s my first anniversary of living full-time as myself. One year ago I finally thumbed my nose at my shadow. It’s a day like any other, of course: grocery shopping, errands and other unremarkable things. It’s like a birthday when you’re an adult: there’s nothing special or magical about it. Still, I … Read more