Break Neck
Thinking with a broken soul
Meghan Murphy
Meghan lives in Toronto with her editor and cat Kafka. While she writes about life and tech, she dampens the existential dread with painting, cooking and podcasts.
Squeaky Clean
"I hope it hurts, hurts, hurts."
life writing
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. "
tech
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