PinnedA Jolly Announcement That Summer is HereWhen summer first arrived many months ago, the first thing I did was to set out a picnic rug on the porch. We’d just returned from the park and the warmth was surprising; thrill and adrenaline jumping in my body as I set out plates on the the tartan blanket…Nonfiction3 min readNonfiction3 min read
PinnedCharlatan TutuThe day was enjoyable, but not in the way you’d imagine it to be. More in a chaotic, off tune way, like Sufi’s outfit — mismatched, a charlatan tutu poking under a rainbow sweatshirt, a pom pom beanie for good measure — pleasurable in some inexplicable sense. At the park…Nonfiction2 min readNonfiction2 min read
Jun 4, 202112 hours In a Hotel RoomAndy and I fell in love hastily. It was over thousands of miles and at least a couple of continents, and mostly because we wanted to avoid the tedious task of loving ourselves. When I first saw Andy, he was smiling at me with dimples flashing through a computer screen…Nonfiction8 min readNonfiction8 min read
Jun 4, 2021Five Days to Day CareThe route to my daughter’s day-care centre is fraught with U-turns. On the days leading up to our orientation day there, I mentally rehearsed them every chance I got. In the shower, while cooking, while punching in Boxing class — I vigorously played out all the scenarios. The toughest of…Nonfiction11 min readNonfiction11 min read
Mar 15, 2021Welcome to Tarts AnonAmong the very first things you learn about Tarts Anon is that their tarts are in short supply. Immediately, like in the nightclub with a secret code or a hottie who isn’t dating right now, you’re interested. They bake out of a small kitchen in Richmond, and sell by the…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
Mar 3, 2021Simple Things to Reach ForWith great hesitation, I’ve been considering packing my robe away. It’s plush, questionably pink and has kept me warm for many seasons now, including the singularly bizarre one of this year. Let’s be clear, I do fear still owning this very robe in my 70s. As imagined grandkids hire real…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
Mar 3, 2021Now It’s Time For KheerThe word Homesick is too timid for the emotion it contains. To me, it feels more like grief. A mould or moss that grows deeper and greener with time, festering in corners neglected by seperation. Today is Ganesh Chathurti, an Indian festival where the sweet, portly Ganpati — the remover of…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
Mar 3, 2021Ideal PuddleThe biggest pursuit when we’re out on rainy days is to find the ideal puddle. Something that isn’t too deep or too wide, something with no more than a few centimetres of active sludge, and something that is in plain sight. We cross tunnels and walk across entire football fields…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
Mar 3, 2021Wayfaring Slipper, Junior Size 2I try to be careful about what shows up in the my yoga class Zoom frame. Sometimes there’s a wayfaring slipper, Junior Size 2, that’s lurking just beyond the frame. More than once, it’s 2-day old laundry piled high on an armchair; and some days, it is an errant sock…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
Mar 3, 2021Where’s the time, Jessica?As of 5:30 pm this evening, I don’t have a single clean spoon in my drawer. Sufi has asked me a question a minute in the past hour, 24 if i’m remembering correctly — the hours and days are blending into each other anyway, so who’s to say really. We…Essay2 min readEssay2 min read
