A good friend of mine recently sent me a photo of his daughter wandering along a beach in Portugal. He captioned the photo with: “There is something inspiring about the meandering footprints of a child contrasted with [the] linear path of adults.” When did we stop wandering?

Day 9 of 30

It’s been a really lazy Sunday. There’s been a lot of waking up. I usually need to take one day for unfettered sleep each week. Today was a bit excessive, but I’m glad that I slept.

Day 2 of 30

I woke up on my buddy’s couch this morning. He woke up to go to the gym at around 10:30. I looked at the clock and closed my eyes again. I asked him if it’d be okay if I left while he was out, as if I had any real intention of leaving before he… Continue reading Day 2 of 30


It must have been the winter of 2005 when I went with friends to Place des Arts in Montreal to take in the winter festivities. I distinctly remember having roasted chestnuts for the first time then. We bought them from a street vendor and they came in a hot paper bag.

I held a baby for the first time in my life tonight

Here are the responses that I received: Sister: Hahahah you look so scared! But it’s super cute. Please say hello to Jordan and Matt for me! And congrats Me: I’m terrified! Sister: Hahahaha. You look it! Me: Great. Good look for me. Loves Sister: Well you don’t need to worry yet! I hope. Loves Me:… Continue reading I held a baby for the first time in my life tonight