Comfort Reads
I am not a re-reader. I wish I were. A lot of times, when I read a thoroughly enjoyable book,...
Music to Write By
My mind is intent on getting snagged on tiny little fleeting thoughts that distract me and take me on endless...
On lingering
I finished Kheryn Callender’s Hurricane Child last week, and it’s still with me, haunting me with fragments of the protagonist’s...
On Paper
For a while there, I consumed all my readings via audiobooks. Well, most of them. The leisure ones for sure,...
Accent Grave
I was born with one talent in this world: imitate accents of foreign languages I learn. “You have no accent!”...
An Elegy
for Kitzy – You will hide And I will find you. But this is no game. – I will again...
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
I wrote, belatedly, about how much I loved the inaugural edition of the Festival of Literary Diversity, which took place...
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
Our house in Edmonton was a ten-minute walk to the West Edmonton Mall. Most things in Edmonton are not within...
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