A poem about the feeling of weightlessness, freedom, and the uncertainty one experiences as you continue forward with relocating to a new city in an entirely different country. We Move Forward It is cold and white…
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The girls and I have started a new, uncharted adventure. Instead of being part of the rushed mornings, uniforms, packed lunches, drop-offs and pick-ups, we are learning at home. I really mean ‘we’ because…
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arts & music food home & lifestyle travelCrazy, Stupid, Love (or: A Public Display of Affection for Brussels)
Dear Brussels, I wanted to like you the first time we met. Really. I did. I tried to revel in your vacuous corners and diplomatic-inspired boulevards. I tried to wrap my head around the…
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What does it mean to be Canadian? For most of us, we define ourselves by what we are not – we are not Americans. But when you take us further away from our metastatic,…
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You’ll have to forgive me as I haven’t experienced a proper fall in roughly seven years, and when I say “fall,” I mean that period of time when forests of trees bleed all manner of crimson…
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These are the days. Where the sun rains down torrents of blistering light and steam escapes from grates in sultry and fluid wisps. The air plays tricks on your eyes as buildings sway and…
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culture & community relationships & loveTransitioning (or: I’m Here. I’m There. I Was Never There at All)
The sun hits my face as the wind cuts across my cheeks carving southeasterly tracks that ride the length of my jawbone. The gusts are sharp and unforgiving, and somewhat wanton at that. They’re…
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home & lifestyle relationships & love sisterhood travelWeightlifting, Wanderlust and Vicissitude (or: The Heart As a Muscle)
Goodbyes never get easier, or perhaps they do if you say them often enough. There are times when I think I’ve figured out how to deal with people who bemoan my departure long before…
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I had a lovely surprise this week. I received an email from Wendy; avid readers will recognize her as our lovely Empress Tea representative living in Manila. The email was entitled “I’m in HK”!…
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When I first told people I was moving to Ethiopia, the most common response was “Why?!” It was awfully romantic to say “for the love.” And I’ve stayed in Ethiopia for the last…