Nova Scotia is new Scotland. It is my Scotland. Nova Scotia is a dark and stormy coast that births brave and beautiful people who dance and sing and make music that is perfect and pure. Halifax is that feeling in your heart. That ache and crest. That inconceivable rush when you kiss someone for the… Continue reading Farewell to Nova Scotia
Today was a very good day. I woke at 6 AM to the easy strains of my cellphone’s alarm and the cool darkness of an early east coast autumn. Rufus and Simon – my mum’s two ragdoll cats – skittered into my room, eager to investigate my pre-dawn activities. Simon jumped on the bed and… Continue reading I cannot wait to do this again
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?