Pith

Relationships come and relationships go. At the beginning, they’re exhilarating, exciting, electrifying. They’re texts returned instantly, dinners prepared laboriously, glances stolen and chances taken. They’re a hand resting on a table in a café while another hand works up the courage to lay down next to it.

A Nun, a Police Officer, a Firefighter, a Nurse, and Jesus Walk into a Bar…

Rebecca pulls on her slick, blue uniform. She feels the fabric tug against her skin as she tightens her belt. A gleaming badge shines like oil near her lapel: “to serve and protect.” Her fingers twirl her brown curls into a tight knot, securing them with a black hair tie. Rebecca checks: handcuffs, baton, gun. … Continue reading A Nun, a Police Officer, a Firefighter, a Nurse, and Jesus Walk into a Bar…

Ask Your Friends

When we first went into quarantine, I promised myself I’d make use of that time. I swore I’d practise French, play more guitar, cook healthier meals, and work on my writing. I kept three out of four of those promises. This blog hasn’t been updated for nearly five months, so I’ll let you figure out … Continue reading Ask Your Friends

A Spoonful of Sugar

Carly pulls fuzzy green skirts from the heads of plump, glossy strawberries and drops them in the bin. She lets warm water trickle through handfuls of tender blueberries, ready to burst and stain her skin with summer. Careful measures of milk and protein powder fall into the blender, followed by the berries. She presses the … Continue reading A Spoonful of Sugar

Walk Before You Run

I walk a lot. Since moving to Toronto in 2013, I haven’t owned a car. That’s more than six years of counting on buses, on trains, and my feet to get me where I’m going. Toronto is huge and sprawling, so although I did my fair share of walking, I was sitting on a gum-speckled … Continue reading Walk Before You Run

You Can Choose Your Friends

I haven't always been a good daughter. In my angsty teenage years, I stumbled around under the sway of cheap whisky, a formidable tangle of overactive hormones and over-plucked eyebrows. 

Responsibility and autonomy came in floods in areas my parents knew I was ready for. I was encouraged to get a part-time job, to choose school subjects I was truly passionate about, to take driving lessons. It trickled down slowly elsewhere. I’m the oldest sibling, meaning I was the first of their children to ask permission to go to a house party where “my friend’s mum and dad will be upstairs and nobody’ll be drinking, I promise!”

Sorry for Your Loss

Sorry for Your Loss

The ritual of loss is a strange routine, danced on tiptoes and spoken in whispers. It’s full of euphemisms and clichés and awkward gestures. It smells like lilies and hot tea and your duvet pulled close to your face. It tastes like tears. It tastes like fire at the back of your throat.

A Conversation About Conversations

A Conversation About Conversations

I’m sitting on a chair in my apartment. One leg crossed over the other, one bare foot resting on the cool, wooden floor. I sip a beer that’s no longer cold, dragging out the last of it and the last of the night with it. The kitchen table is a museum of nights well spent: … Continue reading A Conversation About Conversations

Betty

Betty

A bright glow tugs Betty into consciousness and she feels her eyes open with slow reluctance. Her back aches and she realises she’s lying on a very uncomfortable and very solid surface. Still half asleep, she begins to notice a familiar smell: clinical, sterile, deathly. She breathes in and the air tastes like disinfectant. Am … Continue reading Betty

Airports

Airports

The intermittent roll and click of suitcase wheels across too-slick floor tiles. The occasional drone of “last call for passengers travelling to...” over crackly tannoys. The constant, congested coughs of inefficient air conditioning units. Welcome to the airport: where beer costs a fortune, basic human comforts are a luxury, and the very purpose of this … Continue reading Airports