The thing that everyone forgets, when writing long missives about how easy it is to be away from a loved one, is that it’s all complete bollocks. This became glaringly obvious to me the moment that I found myself standing in the Halifax airport check-in hall, hung over, wearing my mother in-laws old paint spattered… Continue reading Getting it Donne
Marc and I started dating the summer after I graduated from high school. For the past seven months we had wooed each other with the great passion unique only to teenagers – the passion that begets the most brilliant, if tragi-comedic memories. We did our best to keep our new relationship status under wraps for… Continue reading Speak low if you speak of love
And thus, we have reached the end of our journey. I, wrapped in blankets; my mother, asleep in the bed next to mine. We are party animals, but only in the hours betwixt 7 AM and 9 PM. Tonight, a large glass of red wine has left me slightly light headed and doubly giddy, but… Continue reading Parting is such sweet sorrow
When you’re travelling, it can be hard to remember about life in the real world. Your responsibilities, if any, are few and far between, and probably fall somewhere between remembering to plug in your phone before bed, and eschewing that last gin martini in favour of sleep. I have been successful on one of these… Continue reading To be so stuffed with splendour
In 2007, I entered a short fiction contest through the Walrus magazine. The competition was held in conjunction with a literary seminar series that was run out of Concordia University, and the winner was awarded a full-month scholarship to attend a seminar of their choice. My submission was a story I had written based on… Continue reading Kak dila, Mamuchka?