memoir

What I do for a Living

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

memoir, mindfulness

Good Enough for a Girl Like Me

“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

behind the instagram, memoir, travel

Behind the Instagram #2

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

travel

Lime Honey and First Day Jitters

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

travel

Another Kind of Homecoming

And I'm off again after being in Newfoundland for just shy of four weeks. Got myself topped up on hugs and live music and greasy takeout and now I'm in Wales, hanging out with a pair of cats in a forest village. It's called a forest village for real. There's a bus that goes into Swansea… Continue reading Another Kind of Homecoming