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 →