The last time I drank chamomile tea someone I loved had died. But this afternoon, I bought my first chamomile tea in five years and I set myself up in my new grad lounge to type out this blog post. I haven’t updated in ages, or maybe it just seems that way to me. A… Continue reading Girl Meets Grad School: Level Up
I scare myself out of good things. Something will start out so well, and then those voices in my head — the ones that have certainly overstayed their welcome — will begin whispering. I do this most often with relationships. To catch everyone up, I’m currently several provinces over from where most of my family… Continue reading (You) Found (Me) Tonight
I’m hanging out on a cliff right now, metaphorically speaking. There aren’t any cliffs near me in Halifax. I’m not standing up. My toes aren’t curled protectively over the edge. I’m not windmilling back from the drop. I’m just here. I’m sitting with my laptop set on top of my crossed legs. I’m just hanging… Continue reading A Filler Chapter
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