Tag Archive: writing

cozify

I’m dragging my feet, 2014 [which is a majorly spacey number, by the way…do you feel like a Jetson every time you type it out too?]. I wasn’t quite ready for you, wasn’t… Continue reading

there and back again

I’m back from Java and Bali, but not really. There were too many moments where I scrunched my eyes shut to etch the beauty like a lithograph into memory. I’m closing my eyes… Continue reading

following the flare

I walked home from work in one continuous stripe of sunlight past the canal-side patios crowded with burnt shoulders.  Past the old slanted houses with their dimpled windows squinting in this improbable burst… Continue reading

wade in the water

When you’ve been out galaxy-trekking for a month, it takes some effort to swing back into your normal orbit again. The physical disorientation wears off quick but jetlag of the heart lingers.  I… Continue reading

white noise

Twas the night before New Year’s and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. We partied from sundown to mid-evening only — by 9:30pm we were crumpled… Continue reading

bubble-wrapped lovers

I have a new beau! Truth be told, we’ve known each other since I was 10. But if you peeled back the bark and cut a cross-section of our relationship, it would be… Continue reading

SURPRISE!

I guess I thought I’d be a little more jaded by my fifth Western Hemisphere autumn, but it shocks me still – the way the colour jumps out of the trees and yells… Continue reading

madame dictator

About two weeks into Psychology 101, I found out the official name of my obnoxious and cruel inner critic.  “Super-ego”, Freud called it. “Her Holiness the Dictator of Shoulds” is perhaps a bit… Continue reading

tuesday night rock

We snap on our lights and set off squinting into the rain, which is sly and invisible in the six o’clock dark. We stop at a red light and lean precariously against a… Continue reading

getting my good cheer on

Hello, you darlings – I’ve missed you terribly. Since we last spoke, the days have shortened and the nights have acquired a fierce bite. My knuckles are red and roughened from night-time bike… Continue reading

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