Yesterday I said I would be braver, so today I'm going to write about what scares me more than anything: my feelings. That was supposed to be funny. Things are never funny when I try to make them funny. It's a curse, really. I've been realizing more and more lately that there's a feeling sitting in … Continue reading Thoughts on Guilt
Dear Paris
Wow. I can't believe I was in Paris this time last week, and now this has happened. My thoughts are with those affected. It's at times like these when I get homesick. But it's not the usual homesick. I don't long for my mountains or the poutine or the Ehs, I just want to hug … Continue reading Dear Paris
