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


All our losses

There are things I do to forget: Laugh more, take my dog for long meandering walks, concentrate on a new diet and exercise program, watch hours of both good and bad TV, and read books. Lots of books. But, it doesn't matter. Death is everywhere. Characters disappearing as easily as the light slips away in… Continue reading All our losses

On coming to terms with staying or why we need to dig in

I always thought I'd leave Nova Scotia. As a child I was the sibling who was more than willing to jet off whenever I had the opportunity—England with my grandparents, Portland, Arizona, Colorado, even Australia for two months the summer before high school began—often to the detriment of my personal relationships, because when you're young… Continue reading On coming to terms with staying or why we need to dig in

Home is where you make it

When we find the perfect house there's no lightning strike. Just a quiet knowing, a certainty. The walls are painted the same blue we painted our own, and everywhere there is light filtering through giant windows. "I could live here," we say, again and again. It's out of the city and suddenly I'm suffocating in… Continue reading Home is where you make it

On repeat: Jennifer Hudson – I Can’t Describe (The Way I Feel) ft. T.I.


Think of all the books you could read

I hardly read at all this year---19 books, which is still more than one a month but woefully short of 2012's impressive 70. To me this feels like an abominable failure. When I was younger (but not that young, not young enough to admit this out loud and not feel totally embarrassed) I was terrified… Continue reading Think of all the books you could read

On repeat: The National – I Need My Girl


The trouble with wanting

There's no control. No walking into a store and buying it. Just the wishing and waiting, like there's a room made for it, painted yellow to calm you. There's just the hope and the lung crushing moment when they say you're not quite good enough. Close, so close, but in the end just shy of… Continue reading The trouble with wanting