Posts by Margrit

Accent Grave

Accent Grave

I was born with one talent in this world: imitate accents of foreign languages I learn. “You have no accent!”...

An Elegy

An Elegy

for Kitzy – You will hide And I will find you. But this is no game. – I will again...

Distracting Boredom

Distracting Boredom

I’ve been thinking a lot about distraction lately. Specifically, how distraction connects to boredom, procrastination, and attention span. I’m not...

FOLD Memories

FOLD Memories

I wrote, belatedly, about how much I loved the inaugural edition of the Festival of Literary Diversity, which took place...

Empty Spaces

Empty Spaces

Here’s a stupid and privileged thing I said last week: “I don’t believe in the language of safety.” I was...

Stranger Kindness

Stranger Kindness

Our house in Edmonton was a ten-minute walk to the West Edmonton Mall. Most things in Edmonton are not within...

Open Wide

Open Wide

There’s this yoga pose that pops up almost every practice, irrespective of the school embraced: the warrior pose. You have...

Public Transport

Public Transport

There is that one moment when the subway train comes out onto the Bloor Viaduct, and the light of day...

Writing Places

Writing Places

And what if the West Edmonton Mall which was surely constructed for the sole purpose of seducing humanity with delight...

Mother Superior

Mother Superior

Before kids, I had ALL the opinions on parenting. Now, I vow, I will not judge you, short of actively...