The most stressful part of faux parenthood was not that the children were difficult or the job was physically demanding (though it was a workout). It wasn’t that I had to be constantly on my guard (though I did). For … Continue reading
Today, when I got sick of wracking my brain for something—anything—intelligent to say about romantic literary theory, I allotted myself five minutes for a little breather. I decided to spend it in pursuit of my very favourite pastime: scouring the … Continue reading
I was not insecure in junior high. Not much. This is a fact that surprises me every time I take the opportunity to recall it. I had every reason to be insecure. I transferred to my neighborhood junior high school … Continue reading
It is quickly becoming my new favourite photograph. It went like this: my sister and I were strolling the streets of downtown Calgary, enjoying the most perfect weather known to the country, when we noticed a banner strung up above … Continue reading
One of the bad things (among many) about visiting my hometown after having moved away three years ago is the enormous rush of nostalgia that hits me like a tsunami every time I leave the house. Around every corner, there … Continue reading
My Saturday Steal of the week is going to be a bit different than the ones I’ve posted in the past. It’s a quilt I made during Spring Break of my Junior year, which my sister and I spent with … Continue reading
It’s 7:11 a.m. as I sit to type this post. I opened my laptop at 7:10 a.m., and waited until 7:11, because I like that time better. I like times that mean something to me… …Now it’s 7:12. Sad. Sure, … Continue reading