Break Neck
Thinking with a broken soul
Squeaky Clean
"I hope it hurts, hurts, hurts."
Your Flesh Means More Than You
Which of me deserves dignity?
In Spite
I write a lot about hope, and I do think it is an important thing to hold close and tight. Yet lately I have been pondering the idea that fear and hope walk hand in hand, that to free yourself from hope is to also free yourself from fear. "
Hello, World
I told you it wouldn't be long I imagine you're here from my former Substack, welcome back. There's a small rebrand on this side (which didn't occur to me before making the URL, oh well). It is inspired by a friend'
Summer Reading 2025
Archived from May 22, 2025: First, an anecdote. A buddy of mine has been dating a woman for the past few months and over the holidays, around mid December they and another friend came over for a holiday brunch. We chatted, ate smoked salmon breakfast bake and drank mimosas as
Tartan
Archived from Feb 19, 2025: There’s a hole in my wool skirt. I bought it at a thrift store somewhere on a dark Toronto evening - I had been looking for pieces of a costume and wound up with a new skirt and ring instead. It never fit quite
Unnice
Archived from Jan 21, 2025: I take the distinction between kindness and niceness pretty seriously. I have been called nice an innumerable amount of times and while I know people say it as a compliment, there’s something about niceness being the observed trait that often rubs me the wrong
It's Not That Serious
Archived from Jan 07, 2025: Last I wrote here, I was floating the idea of doing book reviews - for those of you who had expressed interest, don’t worry, I haven’t abandoned the idea. Rather, I’ve been thinking about media in general. I’ve been thinking about
Hard to Say
Archived from Dec 09, 2024: I don’t remember the first book I ever read. It could be any of many - I am laden with memories of Red Wall, Agatha Christie and How to Train Your Dragon. I remember the Windsor Park library, or the one across from the
I can't stop thinking about Naomi Klein
Archived from Nov 05, 2024: I do not know what is going to happen in the coming hours and I promise you none of it is good but there hope regardless. Trump is clearly a bumbling fascist who hardly knows what the word means, propped up by little other than
10/15
Archived from Oct 16, 2024: I am older today. I am aware of the weight - possibly more than ever. I’m not that old but I’m tired. I have a heart that sits in me like something that could never feel natural, heavy and suffocating. I want to