That’s the strange thing: why the scent of this suntan lotion on this beach is giving me a sad longing for the summer of 2019, when it might just as easily trigger a happier memory of this past summer.
Earlier this month, I reduced my essential possessions to 23 kg plus carry-on and resumed a pandemic-friendly version of my old nomadic way of life. I'm cat sitting in a neighbourhood of Toronto I've never seen before. Just walking the block around my building, I'm feeling the lights come back on in corners of my… Continue reading What I do for a Living
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await a new voice.” —TS Eliot Remember when Queen Elizabeth II characterized 1992 as an annus horribilis for the Royal Family and we giggled because it made us think of something like horrible asshole? The year 2018 had some stupid bad luck.… Continue reading Good Enough for a Girl Like Me
I posted this image on Instagram on the evening of June 24, 2018 while in Newtonhill, Scotland. The next morning I accidentally dated my journal September 25, 2018. With a few edits for clarity, here's what I wrote: The North Sea, the great expanse of water horizon. On days when the break between water and… Continue reading Behind the Instagram #2
I wish I could become a travel writer who writes dispatches full of observations and perceptions of the place where she's landed. Like that scene in Under the Tuscan Sun where she ghostwrites postcards for her tour bus neighbour and waxes so poetically observant that her bus pal decides they'll never pass to the folks back… Continue reading Lime Honey and First Day Jitters