Comfort Reads

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

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

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

On Paper

For a while there, I consumed all my readings via audiobooks. Well, most of them. The leisure ones for sure,...

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...