Unsung hero

It takes him 3 times longer to tie these shoes. His black leather Doc Martens lace up all the way to his knee. They're well worn and just the perfect amount of dirty. On his head, a black bandana attempts to hide a receding hairline, once a fountain of luscious locks. His pants match his boots... Continue Reading →

Everyone is changing

I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →

Confessions of a writer

Before you say it, please allow me. I broke my promise. The one about me writing something new every Thursday without fail. Well, if you look carefully, you'll notice I skipped a week and today is not a Thursday. So what happened? Why did I stop? The answer is simple. In the words of my... Continue Reading →

Overworked: the new normal

Our desire for pleasure and tangible reward leads us to hurt ourselves in a culture that glorifies being overworked. Living in a city like Toronto exacerbates an already high-pressure situation. The cost of living and overall pace of life here can raise the blood pressure of even the healthiest of chakra-aligned yogis. The cost of living goes beyond monetary. Something about the concrete, the sky-scrapers and the noise, it intimidates even the cockiest of bastards...into submission. 

Fears: real or imagined?

Is the world worse than it was or are we just more aware? An inner debate I often consider when discussing childhood amongst my friends. Once upon a time, there were no cell phones, just landlines and kids were free to go off into the unknown. Eventually we came home when the lights came on... Continue Reading →

Not a white kid

I was born here, in Canada. And I strongly identify as Canadian first, all else second. But I was raised in the most ethnic of ways. No really, I did not grow up white. 

For example, I was in ESL until Grade 4. Did I mention I was born here? 

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