Tomorrow I’m helping lead a service at the Unitarian Centre that is all about presence. As part of the service, I was asked to reflect for 5-10 minutes on what I think about when it comes to presence. Of course here it is, after midnight on the day of the service, so perhaps I’ll embrace […]


Today was the first day, in a long time, where I realized I’m going to be okay. It happened during the most mundane of moments, which is usually when my big ah-ha lights go off. I was in my kitchen, finally tackling a recipe I’ve had open on my phone’s browser for months.  I haven’t really […]


The other day, while having lunch with a good friend, I was rehashing the state of my liminal life when she said something that challenged me — when looking back on my past relationship, she said that she thought I was an enabler of Jerry, in that I enabled him to be disengaged from his responsibilities. […]

Owning it

“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.”  Brené Brown Easier said than done, Dr. Brown. But I hear you. My story hasn’t been the most uplifting tale as of late, as this blog has well documented. Granted, I’m usually more melodramatic […]

Random good things in my life

alone time Reading Roald Dahl books to Emma (so far we’ve read Matilda, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Magic Finger, Fantastic Mr Fox, and now The BFG) Speaking of which, Wes Anderson’s Fantastic Mr Fox film – which Emma and I can’t stop watching being a graduate student again, working towards that MEd Spotify […]

two roads diverged

Today’s the day of separating bank accounts, which makes this new life a little more real. Thankfully I can still have a sense of humour during all this, as evidenced by how funny I found this picture: It’s from the Canadian Department of Justice site on Divorce and Separations.  I think the two train tracks […]

Year 37

A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does […]