The Sky is Falling
I have a friend who’s an “Oh, honey” person. She’s the first one any of us would call when weContinue Reading
Category: The Space Between
On Being Mothers
Several weeks ago, my mom arrived from Canada for an extended ‘visit’ and I feel like a new mother myself.Continue Reading
Perilous
When the first one came, baptized by waterthat flowed from my body and tastedof the sea, the sea became anContinue Reading
Facing fear
When we’re young, there are so many things we fear. A noise in the night, a raised voice, the deepContinue Reading
How to Become a Creative Shark when you Feel like a Mollusk
I draw like a 3-year-old. A 3-year-old who’s been cauterized by the impossible expectations of society, thrown back to Pre-KContinue Reading
Poetic Gladiators
My mother is deciding whether to sleep upstairs or down. 16 stairs up or 16 stairs down. It doesn’t reallyContinue Reading
A Too Short Story
When we are young, friendships come easily. We collect them like seashells or fallen flowers—precious in the moment yet whenContinue Reading
Postscript
Ten years ago this month, I walked out the door of the Tom Baker Cancer Centre in Calgary, Alberta, myContinue Reading
A Good Death
How do you want to die? It’s a question that inspires some to grab a sand shovel, dig a holeContinue Reading
Alas My Own Thighs
She filled her bowl with borscht for the second time, added sour cream, and pondered the heat in her years-oldContinue Reading
More Duck Than Swan
I always wanted to be a ballerina. Somehow I thought it would make me more swan than duck, more girlContinue Reading
Sleepless in San Sebastián
What torture lurks within a single thought…” I could have stopped reading then, so emotionally charged was the first line ofContinue Reading
Stuff That Works
My dad is a Guy Clark fan. He especially loves ‘Stuff That Works’. “I got a pretty good friend who’s seenContinue Reading
Sin Nombre
I stopped to take his picture but I didn’t stop to ask Cuál es su nombre? Or to ask himContinue Reading
The Heart Is Where Home Is
The plane shudders, as if waking from a bad dream. A blanket of bodies stretches out as far as theContinue Reading
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