Help, I’m 20.
I watched the teenager pull a copy of Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus from the shelf and glance it
Personal Essays
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