writer. traveller. life unraveller.
I woke up this morning and realized that today is Canadian Thanksgiving. Without going into the atrocities from which this holiday derives its name—though never forgetting them—I choose to settle my gratitude on the reciprocal side of giving: receiving. To receive is truly an art—giving is much easier, I think. Receiving requires steady and generous... Continue Reading →
“I fucking hate people.” Julia Roberts’ character expresses this sentiment at the start of the recent Netflix blockbuster Leave The World Behind. This made me laugh out loud because I often find myself saying the same thing during my eternal “time of the month.” The thing is that I don’t hate people, not even a... Continue Reading →
the sound of devotion released to city streets knitted into urban life cast out into soupy air that hangs like a blanket on a line and holds a golden hum aum mani padme hum aum mani padme hum deep, monotonous, real enough to almost stroke with my fingertips but not quite held in by mountains... Continue Reading →
Listen here and please forgive my attempt at basic Thai!! There’s this lovely woman in Chiang Mai who reminds me of a tea cozy. She wears slacks like my grandma did and starched floral blouses, and she has baby-fine salt and pepper hair and friendly eyes looking out of a soft round face. She... Continue Reading →
Last week, I went to the hospital for some minor tests, and as I sat waiting for the doctor, I started feeling a bit sorry for myself. For recent events and for the dreaded impending blood samples about to be extracted from my plump, juicy vein via a most hated hoojie––a needle. I watched an... Continue Reading →
I have a favourite breakfast spot in Chiang Mai. As we’ve been living out of a kitchenless hotel/guesthouse for the past few months, I’ve been forced to obtain sustenance in restaurants in lieu of making my own meals. Hard life, right? I actually inwardly complained about it at first, until I realized how nice it... Continue Reading →
It's not supposed to be that way, I thought as I watched a woman lead her elderly father to the airplane toilet. The door bumped opened a bit accidentally because two people in one airplane bathroom is a lot, and I saw skinny white legs, pants bunched around the ankles and the look of... Continue Reading →
Every day I wake up with the usual cloud of mental chaos that threatens to start my day poorly. The residue of a disturbing dream coats my tongue and I start to think about all the things I’m not doing with my life and all the ways I’m not helping people, and the ways I’m... Continue Reading →
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