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

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

The Interestings, life, love and not knowing anything at all, ever

We get bound up in each other. It's inevitable. That's what makes life interesting—the push and pull of people, especially the ones that you yearn for in one way or another, although not always the way that they want. We make promises in our youth that lack the follow through of day-to-day living. We love… Continue reading The Interestings, life, love and not knowing anything at all, ever

What it felt like then and other stories

There were things we wanted then that didn't seem ridiculous. Coffee without the grinds. Ice water just before it turns cool leaving wet rings that soak into the wood. We didn't need the bad with the good, the good was enough, it was plenty. Maybe it was naive to think we could section off our… Continue reading What it felt like then and other stories

Reading a Smile

They say your eyes were closed the first time you smiled but they're wide open now, shining, and I can't tell if you're delighted or just scared. Your teeth are clenched but you do that sometimes, when you're excited, sometimes when you don't know what to say. So, I'm hesitating because you might be hesitating… Continue reading Reading a Smile

The Woman Who Came After

She's sweet, the kind of girl who would be named after a city, and is. I imagine her in an apron and heels, but that's not fair, her long hair tied up in a perfect bun. I can't hate her, the woman who came after. She housed your heart so easily. While I strayed she… Continue reading The Woman Who Came After

Losing the Fight

They try their best to convince us not to go, but we go anyway, and the weather is beautiful and the conditions are ideal. We hike uphill for an hour, ignoring coyote warnings and fresh droppings. We don't all live our lives in fear of yesterday's storm. I shrug into my sweater, ocean views on… Continue reading Losing the Fight

And Eventually We Build

At some point we must begin to make decisions for our future, however distant it may seem.  Our history is written and rewritten, our truths become half-truths, and then myths... legends. The people who might disarm us, old, forgiven. The stories no longer pull at our sleeves or bite at our heels, needing to be… Continue reading And Eventually We Build

Nothing

I can feel myself peeling off in strips, slowly, so slowly. Lay it on a mannequin like paper-mâché. This here? It will all be okay. That's what we say. Careful not to breathe in too deep, share the air. Our lungs only ever half-filled. I watch my lives walking beside me, all the people I… Continue reading Nothing

Almost Spring

The weather lifts. Sometimes, it feels like a dance. Pirouette from season to season, two-step day to day. The snow melts and all the urban bears emerge from their apartment doors shaking their fur. Sniff the air, it's bright with daylight's savings. We're hungry, our bellies slept for months on promises and now look at… Continue reading Almost Spring