The Ministry of Self Improvement: discipline, the body, and the tyrant underneath
There’s definitely a self-destructive part of myself. That’s a guarantee. I feel like a lot of other people have it […]
Personal Essays
The Beauty of Ugly Movement: grief, the body, and dancing with what won’t leave us
I laid on the floor in a heavy state as a dark wave of depressive fatigue and heaviness washed over
Fear, Cold & Connection @ Othership
We stood facing the water basins as faux candles let out a soft glimmer in the dark room. Like a
The Selfish, The Selfless and An Old Man Laughing At the Two
I saw the creature scurry across the floor in partial surprise. Cornering the beast, I felt resolute to end the
A Subtle Web of Meaning
Sitting inside the Sheraton Hotel Lobby in Toronto, waiting to attend my flight , a man entered the lobby in
Help, I’m 20.
I watched the teenager pull a copy of Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus from the shelf and glance it
Surrender in the icy vise
As I sat at edge of Toronto’s Harbourfront looking onto Lake Ontario, the grandfatherly words of Alan Watts entered my
On Reasons to Write
What reason is there, really, to do all this writing you ask? Is it perhaps because on the empty pages
On Creatives and The Creative Process
Writing is, in a very real sense, a meditation: a messy practice mostly unseen. Although we read, rather enamored I