A collection of thoughts on the themes I see in my life, repeating and interweaving.
an attempt to capture the unraveling/revealing of who I am and who I’ve been.
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Convalescence
I turned forty-one. Not the milestone celebration I had last year, singing my heart out with loved ones in a sake bar, but a quiet, soulful Sunday recovering from jetlag and the “spring forward” time change. I woke up with an urge to jump into the lake (in a happy way!), despite the fact my…
A Strand
I shared this small piece during a writer’s workshop, where I was one of two visibly racialized people in a group of nine. The writing prompt was “Write about playing a game.” Afterwards, though the group ground rules stated that critique was not the goal here, a fellow writer commented: “I like how you included…
First-Day Jitters
I will always feel like I’m running out of time. Today marks my first day, having left a job that was incredibly challenging, and deciding to take some time to be softer and go slower. The first time I have left a job, without a new one to take on, like train-hopping from one track…
Spring Reawakening
content warning: abortion. The sun is bright, we’ve had some gorgeous days in Toronto this week. I barely got outside this past winter. It could have been prime writing time, but I was somewhat pre-occupied… with morning sickness. It’s a misnomer, I found out – it’s all day, ever-present, often deep into the disturbed, restless…
A letter to those that don’t know me.
I am not sure who, if anyone, will read this blog. I am simultaneously terrified of exposing myself, and self-conscious of exaggerating the interest people may have in my writing or the reach of my ideas. I confess that it took me 2 months after I bought my domain name to do anything beyond clumsily…
A letter to those that know me
To my friends and family, acquaintances and colleagues who might come across this blog: I want you to know why I am writing. I have been writing since I was 6 years old. Those diary entries were about school yard games, a friend who lied to me, and eventually about my mom getting cancer. Writing…
Who Am I?
They say this is a good first blog post. My “About” section went through some excruciating revisions, beginning with “I think too much and feel a lot. You might find me interesting.” It made me want to vomit in my mouth a little bit; how do I explain what I’m ABOUT when that is truly…
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