Head leaned against the window, I watch the rain drip down the window pane. Driving by moving people and an urban landscape, I stare out at the city before me. Through each drop of rain, subtle nuances of the past drip down the pane. Looking up from my comfortable position, I notice that the UBER…
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Becoming Elle Woods.
Sitting in a room of politics and social justice students, I begin to feel like Elle Woods in a room full of Jane Goodall’s. Stepping into a foreign building on campus, I look as if I am a first-year student lost in the masses. With the heel of my loafer clicking on the linoleum, I…
Slave to fashion & A Servant to The Ruined.
Are we ruined? Tarnished from the years of hatred, war and disgrace, we continue aging in a society where beauty is seen more powerful than brains. Are we ruined, or just plain narcissists? Sitting in my living room, I relay the events of last night in my mind. Staring out into the cobblestone filled Distillery,…
How to Succeed in Business Without Being Sleep Deprived: A Musical.
Would it be a sin if I never sleep again? Sitting in Toronto Based Rooster’s Coffee sipping on a drip black coffee with an espresso shot, I enjoy my red eye while operating my human mechanics on an utter lack of sleep. A local coffee shop is always the best place to organize the mind…
Club Rats in the African Savannah.
The lights of the dance cave shone brightly over me. Dancing in the middle: Hair dripping, hands up, oblivious to the world around me. It is these evenings of pure isolated musical escapism, that you can just feel so alone in a crowded place. The ease placed on your mind as you swerve towards the…
Balance is the key (Money is the result).
Laying in bed with my Andy on a quiet Saturday evening. For those who do not know, Andy is my dog. A hound, husky mix who is the holder of my love. With a lost voice, and a dreadful cough, I decided to head into my homeland of Mississauga to have a weekend of relaxation….
Typescript & Lindsay.
Sitting down at my typewriter, I begin to write. With every letter, the click of each key acts as a sense of tranquility. I will never have a complaint towards an apple laptop, but nothing will beat the primal and beautiful sounds of an aged typewriter. As I spend the week engaging in a new…
Emotional Prenup & The search for a great latte.
Spending the afternoon in the local coffee shop, Nat and I sit at our usual table with our laptops and cups of extra large coffee. Coming here to write and to drink the overpriced coffee, I sit back letting the words flow, and think of “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of great coffee”. Throughout this…
An open forum and black yarn.
This is the last line I will do tonight, I say as I finish purling the last loop of the scarf I’m knitting. I feel as if I aged about 90 years old as I sit on my bed knitting by the light of 3 large candles. I live an exciting life. I lay in…
Violentines Day or Valentines day?
Toronto’s first big snowfall. Large snow flakes fall onto my plaid jacket, and the cold seeps through my doc martens. You know it is winter when the roads are fully backed up, and when all the driers forget how to drive in a snowfall. Canadian winters. I spent my evening judging a talent competition. Was…
The secret of being a bore.
I am quite literally alone in the suburbs. It is seriously agonizing seeing as there’s absolutely no one to go get a drink with in the mid afternoon. Everyone seems to be either in their homeland, back at school or at their jobs. What am I doing during this time? Writing and drinking. As the…
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Boundaries are fences that hold us back as individuals. We all create boundaries, for without them there would be no sense of ownership or privacy. What happens if we break a boundary, or how do we actually know if we are overstepping and on the shaky path to crossing the border line between safety. I…
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