Victoria — It’s been two weeks of daily visits, two weeks of getting to know him a bit better. Our conversations have ranged from his youth in Italy, working in Germany, to his life in Canada. In other circumstances I’d feel as though my relationship with him was deepening, becoming more substantial. That perhaps I’m offering him a long-needed channel for conversation and reflection. Trouble is, our conver...
Tokyo — The nurse gave me a paper cup with an ice cube of anesthetic drug in it. She instructed me to put it on my tongue and let it melt slowly. Don’t bite, don’t swallow. After it is dissolved, spit it out ...
Saskatoon — The kind of month where all that gets me out of bed is excitement for the work I’m going to do. The kind of month where my exercise routine gets shorter instead of longer. The kind of month where th...
The Reality of Being Told "Take Better Care of Yourself"
Growing up rare.
When you get the phone call that you were least expecting at the moment, but always was prepared for.
Coconuts are everywhere these days and are getting more expensive.
My eyes adjust to the dark at the same time I hear the rattle, loud and fast and so close.
Choosing to eat healthy because I love myself.
Mantaining a "healthy" life in a huge metropolis.
I've had some of the most intimate conversations with my dad recently, as he waits to get out of hospital.
This is not a musical instrument. This is not a weapon. This is something I had to swallow two weeks ago.
I'm a bit of a homebody.
Of Brûléed Grapefruits and Men
5AM. Make every heartbeat count. Let's lift that sun into the sky.
That kind of month.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
The best part of the neurologist's office...
The first yoga practice after a week of illness requires all the props.
Nominee for the most unpleasant waiting room in Western Canada.