Self, 3.0

I’m trying to learn to code. You know, the HTML kind that builds websites. But sometimes when I’m typing, it feels a little bit like Morse code, an “S.O.S.” I’m learning, one character and bracket at a time, to send out into my future. Don’t get lost. — “<br>” : Break. A space, a margin, […]

Life in the Bardo

I remember how the floor gave way the moment my mom died She stopped breathing and I fell into a deep nothingness Around me stood the shells of my brothers and sisters To my left, sat my dad crumpled in upon himself And all of us hung suspended in space both liminal and raw our […]

When Writing Feels Like a Waste of Time

On a rough day, my husband will cheer me up with a dozen yellow roses. For some reason, it’s often before we go out of town, so I immediately think how we will receive a sad, wilted welcome when we return from our trip. It feels like a waste of beauty. How many days and […]

Madeleine L’Engle Made Me Do It

My husband and I fell in love dodging sparks over a shared affection for travel, coffee and Madeleine L’Engle. I had just finished rereading L’Engle’s treatise on faith and art, Walking on Water, for the umpteenth time, feeling the usual pull to be a writer without the guts to follow the call. My future husband, […]

Go Make the World Beautiful

It was a simple photo: a lap filled with art supplies. Fat little tubes of glossy paints, stiff brushes, and a stark white palette, just waiting to be muddied up with imagination. The picture lit up my phone with its cacophony of colour, and I had to restrain myself from turning cartwheels down the driveway. […]