I started a yoga practice in January. I am sure I am not the only one. I am doing an at home practice that I found on YouTube and y’all, I am not good at it. I think you could say I might even be bad at it. I lose my balance. I lose my […]
When You Trust The Struggle (And Not The Work)
by on November 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
Remembrance Day was this week and here in Canada we wear poppies purchased from veteran groups to show support. I’ve had one pinned to my shirt at work all week. Yesterday I must have pinned it on differently because every time I went to answer the phone I stabbed myself in the arm with the […]
Why I Call Myself A Writer
by on June 20, 2019 Leave a Comment
by Lydia Mikkael | twitter: @lydiamikkael | blog: thenakedbeing.com My bags were packed, the hotel was booked, and the childcare was in place. I had never done this before, and I was equal parts nervous and excited. Drawn by something I couldn’t quite articulate, I was attending my first writer’s conference. I’d long dreamed of […]
This Face is a Story
by on May 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]
I Want to Speak Out from a Place of Freedom
by on April 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
Releasing Toxic Souvenirs. I. Christian Union. It is early evening, and the September rain drizzles incessantly outside Room 231 in the Students’ Union building. The single-pane windows soon steam up as the room fills with students, the chatter increasing in volume as hugs are exchanged and holiday stories told. I sit toward the back, making […]
