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My dad always gifted me books on my birthday growing up. At ten, I had all the simplified versions of literary classics like Peter…

During the first few sessions of a coaching engagement, my client and I, we try our best to get clear on their desired outcome,…

I come from a meandering river of pain

Bottled clouds on my mother’s face

Doubled bricks on my father’s back

Hushed guts of my ancestors

And God knows…

I can’t swim, but I swam

upstream, upbolt, upside, updown

I can’t swim, but I swam

away from the nice, kind, tight man

towards new and exciting and…

As winter began thinning here in Toronto, I have been going on more walks. On one of these walks on a sunny weekday afternoon,…

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…

After I was born, my mother had many, many miscarriages. I vaguely remember her being rushed to the hospital or her coming back home…

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…

Last week, we got a peek into the chambers of the Beckham family palace as the oldest son, Brooklyn (I love this name, by…

I’m friends with all my exes, but two. With one of them, I don’t want to keep in touch, and with the other, he…