Tag: Growing Up

  • Letting Sh*t Go

    Letting Sh*t Go

    I woke up with vomit on the duvet. It was over my feet so I knew that it wasn’t mine because I haven’t done yoga in nearly ten years. Riel had curled up in between my legs, slightly higher up on the bed than where he had emptied his stomach. It was only a few…

  • I Have Poor Sleep Hygiene

    I Have Poor Sleep Hygiene

    21:27 May 9, 2019 I’m waiting in a windowless room. It’s a small room with a single bed, which has been nicely made with a blue comforter and white fitted and flat sheets. There is one pillow on the bed, in a pillowcase that has been bleached white. I’m sitting on the only chair in…

  • Automating my Life

    Automating my Life

    It started back in November. I wanted a book on how to fold paper airplanes. I needed it soon because I was starting a unit on flight in a few days and needed a solid introduction. A quick walk through the Indigo near my place didn’t have what I was looking for, but I found…

  • Dear Nash, 10 Years On

    Dear Nash, What’s left to say?

  • Filling the Sink with Water

    Filling the Sink with Water

    Whenever I do the dishes, which is not altogether that often, I like to plug the one side of the sink. While I’m washing dishes, I let the water collect. Eventually, the water level gets high enough to spill over the little inset portion of the sink. Whenever that happens, I take a minute to…

  • Five Years in Toronto

    Five Years in Toronto

    “As much as it pains me to say it,” said my mother, “you needed to move to Toronto, and you’re not ready to move yet. You’ve had to struggle and everything you’ve gained you’ve had to work for. It hasn’t been easy for you, or us.”

  • Day 14 of 30

    Over the years, I’ve started many writing projects. I’ve completed none of them. There was a time when I wanted to write a novel, another when I wanted to put together a collection of short stories, and I’m constantly neglecting my journal. I’m not sure if this was all a wasted effort or if it’ll…

  • Day 7 of 30

    Today couldn’t have come soon enough. It’s been a long week. I think a lot of my coworkers were feeling the same way, dragging their feet and continually checking the clock.

  • Day 5 of 30

    One thing that has been on my mind a fair bit lately is the importance of good underwear. I have a good idea of which pairs of my underwear are good, alright, and on reserve. Not too long ago, I made a trip to Costco and picked up four new pairs of underwear. Since then,…

  • Day 4 of 30

    I was exhausted today. Four hours of sleep and only one coffee makes the day difficult to get through. Tack on some rain and throw in children who are self-identifying as, “loopy,” and I’m beat.

  • Shorter Days, Longer Thoughts

    Shorter Days, Longer Thoughts

    There’s something about the shortest days of the year that make them the toughest to bear. It’s as if their centre of gravity has been lowered, making them harder to push through.

  • The Teeth of a New Comb

    Recently, I misplaced my comb. I’d say that it’s lost, but it can’t be. I live in a one-bedroom apartment that is no bigger than ~650 sq feet. More than that, I only ever put it down atop my bathroom vanity or at the end of my bed. Where I comb my hair largely depends on…