I first moved to Oregon, USA, in August of 2012. I was 27, technically a fully-formed adult, although on the metric of wisdom and openness, I would have scored pretty inadequate. I moved sight unseen, only aware of relatively high crime rates and rainfall. I didn't care; anywhere would be better than where I was,…

After I was born, my mother had many, many miscarriages. I vaguely remember her being rushed to the hospital or her coming back home with a heart of gray and dark. I grew up thinking her dislike of me was due to what I took away from her when she housed me. I emptied her…

As I waited for the Toronto Courts to finalize my mutually-filed and straightforward divorce, I thought writing a novel based on my marriage was a good idea. By that time, I had done enough bad writing to know that my characters had to be three-dimensional, even the villain should have a past that garners empathy…