Saskatoon — I was alone for Christmas this year, but I wasn’t really alone. Text messages and phone calls were shared between my lovely and I. Many friends sent well wishes, and I had Vida (my kitten) to keep me ...
Saskatoon — “Home” has always been a tricky subject for me. From a very early age I knew the word, spoke it, and frequently cried in hopes to return to it. I never did understand the word. From age 8 to 14 I spe...
Saskatoon — Childhood is a time for growth, much like any part of life, but childhood often influences how we behave in most aspects of our lives. I know, from experience, that those behaviours and habits are ver...
A Curse for This Town; What a Beautiful Town
Words to Places; Scents to Memories
Move Around - Around - Around - Around
Spring and Such
I Always Had That Dream, Like My Father Before Me.
No Better Version of Me I Would Pretend to Be
I've Got Nothing to Say.
Hemingway; Wisdom in Purest Form
"I Have Secrets Too" - A Poem from My Past
The Kids They Parented on Weekends
Anxieties and Insecurities
Nostalgia; a Silent Killer
Morality and Misunderstanding
"Now you look more like you!"
An early morning by the river; coffee in hand, and you by my side.
Ask Me Anything.
A million words course through my head; troubles of being an English major.
I have my mother's eyes, my father's smile, and a life without either of them.
The Niceties in Context.
Sometimes I Need Pictures
Tash Parker centres my soul.
Home is where the heart is?