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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Home. It seems to have been on our minds a lot lately. Amber talks about the uncertainty that comes with living in Yellowknife – the choice between the freedom that comes with living in a…
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It’s that time of year again or, better put, it’s that particular season in this expat’s life. Two years in New York have nearly come and gone and because the owner wants his place back it…
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I don’t know how many of you out there have an aversion to permanence, at least to the idea of permanence. I mean, forever is an illusion, right? When asked if I was back…
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I lost my day help over a month and a half ago. She would come around 9AM and leave around 1PM, do all my housework, some cooking and an occasional groceries run. She was…
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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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Please forgive the brevity of this post. I was asked to step in at the last minute and find myself between wrapping up six straight months of film work and staring down the barrel…