Thrill me, thrill me

It's the day after Halloween and I feel compelled to share something spooky. I never was one for murder mysteries in the past but in the last few years I'm drawn to thrillers, the suspense is killing me. The latest I've consumed is Final Girls by Riley Sager. Where normally I can sniff out an… Continue reading Thrill me, thrill me

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Every day you break

Every day you break a little more. First as the waves of contractions hit my swollen body three days too soon with a fierceness I name my daughter after. I wait and wait and wait hoping each sleepless night is a reckoning and stumbling into tomorrow still full. They say you will know when the… Continue reading Every day you break

2015: A year in reading

(*) = a pick for top 10 of 2015 January The Girl Who Was Saturday Night by Heather O'Neill The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters Landline by Rainbow Rowell The Fever by Megan Abbott Shopaholic to the Stars  by Sophie Kinsella The Next Best Thing by Jennifer Weiner I'm just getting my bearings working at… Continue reading 2015: A year in reading

Season’s readings

I wrote a gift guide for just about everyone on your list this year (or any year really). Give them to your shitty brother-in-law, your sad friend, a cool chick you know, any dumb kid and your favourite aspiring writer: Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies Give this book to a friend stuck in a shitty… Continue reading Season’s readings

Barbara the Slut and Other People and me

Some things have been sticking with me lately. Stories that I can't shake. Women I wish I knew, could sit next to, siphon strength off of. I first read Lauren Holmes' story "How Am I Supposed to Talk to You" in Granta but I didn't put two and two together until I was reading it… Continue reading Barbara the Slut and Other People and me

On ordinary days that become perfect by circumstance

He found dentures washed up on a flea-ridden beach—smoothed down to half its dental cast by the timid waves that deposited large purple jellyfish like blood clots along the shore. We were looking for beach glass but here was the pride of his findings and he tucked them carefully away to be saved. Now they… Continue reading On ordinary days that become perfect by circumstance

The weight of you

Buoyed. Up and up. A ribbon like tether grazing the ground, simple enough to snag. And you told me once that there's a cancer in me and you can't bear to watch my cells battle it out. You were the disease and I cut you from me in slivers until nothing remained but the imprint… Continue reading The weight of you

2014: A year in reading

January: The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith (aka JK Rowling), The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd, Lazy Days by Erlend Loe It's always colder than I remember. I finally read JK Rowling's foray into mystery wondering why she needed to publish it under a male pen name. It's the year of #ReadWomen2014 and… Continue reading 2014: A year in reading

On being Not That Kind of Girl or a Bad Feminist and saying Yes Please anyway

It's been a trifecta of fantastic female role models publishing memoirs or memoir-like essay collections lately. I read them all one after the other with little pause on the bus, holding down laughter and tears in equal measure. It starts with Lena Dunham (doesn't it always?). Not That Kind of Girl is almost as uncomfortable… Continue reading On being Not That Kind of Girl or a Bad Feminist and saying Yes Please anyway

What we always knew

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an emotional itch I can't get to. My best friend got engaged last month and I'm already writing my speech in my head, every night, while the neighbour's automatic flood light forces its way through our heavy curtains and everything still feels so immediate.… Continue reading What we always knew