Severed cable
Our internet connection at home went out earlier this week, a byproduct of the work being done on our driveway and some severed cable lines that really...
On the sun deck
From the sun deck, a ferry does not seem to move very quickly. Upon leaving the ferry terminal, the motion of the boat is barely perceptible when you are on...
Slowing to a crawl
Here's something I had forgotten since the last time I had a major relapse of my depression and my anxiety at the same time: my cognitive function suffers,...
A promise kept
I was there, in Dixon Park, when they opened up the Vince Carter basketball court. Vince was there, too, wearing his Raptors purple, passing the ball to the...
Autonomy in a world of restriction
Earlier this week, I had my final appointment with my psychiatrist before he moved to a new city. I don’t blame him for going—he was leaving because his wife...
Returning after a short absence
Surprise! It's me. I know I've been quiet for a while, but I haven't gone away—I promise. This month, I'm starting to emerge from my silence, getting re-...
Atlas, carrying the world
I am sending this Weekend Reading newsletter on a Monday morning, but it is still a newsletter meant for the weekend. Let it sit in your inbox for the week,...
A list of small solace
The start to 2019 has been inauspicious; the past six weeks have been marked with heightened anxiety, a return of my depression, and a lethargy and malaise...
On being bursty
Someone at work remarked that I was the "fastest person in the office." This was, of course, not meant to describe my running speed—with my knee injury and...
The paralysis of being overwhelmed
There is a feeling that often overcomes me, a feeling of having so much to say but being completely unable to say anything. There is a paralysis that comes...
Everything is too loud
If anything, the beginning to 2019 has been incredibly loud. My computer speakers have never been good, but yesterday I noticed that I could barely hear what...
Choosing the right word
At the start of the year, every year, I choose a word to guide the next twelve months ahead. I have been doing this since I was twelve years old, and over...
Sounds of the season
Early in the mornings, a few hours before sunrise when everything is completely dark and the mountains are invisible in the windows, I listen to the world...
Joy is not made to be a crumb
As we approach the end of the year, I’ve been thinking a lot about kindness. The mantra of “be kind” was my word of the year, and I have been taking time to...
Surprising our future selves
The pair of socks I am wearing today has a repeated print of a car carrying a Christmas tree on its roof. I smile every time I look down at my feet, because...
Predisposed towards kindness
I believe that we all are predisposed towards kindness. Sometimes, even the best of us find ourselves in situations and contexts where we forget to be kind,...
Clothing optional
If anything, an examination of the words "clothing optional" should focus more on the options and less on the clothing. When it comes to exposing our...
A few days late, and that's okay
Usually, I post my weekend reading blog posts (and newsletter) on a Friday morning, every fortnight. From time to time, I will slip and not publish this post...
The unbearable sadness of home
There have been two instances in the past year where I have seriously questioned whether or not we chose the right neighbourhood in which to live. The first...
Preparing for the fall.
More than dates on a calendar, there are certain pieces of life that mark the end of the summer and the arrival of autumn. They are markers that many of us...
