Of mice and unicorns

I always liked Steinbeck and those old men whistling. You never know which men will turn out to be unicorns. Talkin’ in the mission Over coffee, this is my utopia “You’re in luck, I’m actually still here this week,” I text him, several days after he was supposed to connect with me. “Not under the … Continue reading

48 hours

Is the best compliment you can ever receive something like, “I wouldn’t have done this if you weren’t here?” Is there anything possibly more gratifying than that?


This time I didn’t want to be one of those “new year, new me” people. But when you avoid clichés that’s exactly when they seem to happen. I am spending January 1st in a new condo, a building that I’ve been thinking about moving to for months and haven’t had the nerve to break my … Continue reading

He had a math degree

My friend continues to struggle with the aftermath of a breakup that questioned her entire identity, her purpose, her sense of self. It’s interesting that in our constant back and forth texts discussing her thoughts and emotions around the relationship, she consistently refers to him as “the ex.” Not by name, even though I knew … Continue reading

When it rains, it pours

Nearly every day for the past several weeks, I have cried myself into a migraine. Things have been so, so difficult lately. As a kid I never really understood why adults would look so miserable getting through their workday, and when someone would ask what’s been dragging them down, they would respond, “life.” But sometimes … Continue reading

The murderers among us

She wore a grey sweatshirt with colourful block letters. It’s the first cold day of the year. The forecast said it would be drizzling all day and you had to wonder if it was snow hitting your skin and melting instantly, under the pretense of rain. When I asked how her morning was, she seemed … Continue reading

Curiouser and curiouser

It’s strange, the things you learn about yourself when you ever so slightly detach yourself from the idea of what you think you should be. A lot of my adult life has been defined by life choices adopted from my religion–which I love and respect, which has brought me more peace than anything in the … Continue reading


I haven’t known trauma firsthand. I knew that going into the refugee clinic, I should read about PTSD before hand. I read up on the diagnostic criteria and committed as much to memory as I could. What I found instead were women with real life horror stories that couldn’t fit into any criteria. These women’s … Continue reading

Cutting ties

It’s a great mental effort to decide that you’re done revisiting the past and that you’ve closed the door on something (or someone). But that mental effort is made so much more solidified when you make that last grand gesture of closure, send that last text that probably won’t make a difference, that might even … Continue reading