I have a whole story about my journey back to Toronto. Right now, I don’t want to tell that story. It’s all adrenaline and fear and struggle. It’s played out. I am sitting in an Airbnb facing sliding doors that give me a view of… Read More
I have decided (with no evidence to back me up) that New York is a dry place and so I am sitting in a beautiful armchair (it is beautiful) with a chai tea, a bottle of water and the biggest bottle of moisturizer that I… Read More
The air in Brooklyn is crisp tonight. I’ve woken up several nights in a row at exactly 4:00am. It reminds me that I haven’t quite made my room a home. I feel so awake. I feel too aware. I just want to be shut off… Read More
Progressively Louder Laughter 