an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
Since as long as I can remember, I've said to myself...and to anyone who would listen, "I never want to grow up". I also doubt that I am the only one. And for the longest time I knew what it meant to be young...but the forever part is becoming more and more elusive. Could that... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This post may be my undoing (as a professional teacher). Remember when you were a kid in school? Your teachers glorified the honour roll, top academics in the class and going above and beyond. You used to hear, "if you try hard enough and you study hard enough and work hard enough...you can do... Continue Reading →
Those of you who know me deeply, know that my father is not well. And his erratic behaviours are but a summation of his discontent. Born June 17, 1939 (yes, the year World War II began), he's nearing the end of his good years, and at times, the end of his good nature. Times like... Continue Reading →
There is a wooden door, With old hinges, And with relentless coastal winds, Rocks its familiar creak. Smooth slabs of false stone, Wait patiently for the perfect moment, On the most London of days, To splice my leg in one swift slip. Moss fills the gaps, Where nature sees negligence. And on this cold December... Continue Reading →
When I run in foreign places I find men animalize to take my attention; ancient hormones play out wonderfully rude. And as I loathe every one of them, I find a perverse delight in disappointing their ego. Sometimes I flash an aggressively mocking face. Other times I indulge in my child's mind and stick out... Continue Reading →
Someone once said to me: "You're more yourself when traveling." I didn't understand it then. But now, I reckon I do. You see, there's a certain freedom that comes with being detached from one's hometown. Because, in our respective neighbourhood, town or city, we become defined by our attachments. Our relationships, spatial environment, the routines... Continue Reading →
So this past week I got a phone call. A great opportunity; and my first inclination was to make excuses to justify my decline. Some deeply seeded words there...'justify my decline'. You see, when I returned to Toronto 9 months ago, I was eager to get back into the demanding, yet intellectually and emotionally satisfying... Continue Reading →
Hello old friend, it has been quite some time. You may recall my feeble attempts at becoming a writer. Often self-indulgent and naive, though full of spirit, I toyed with the idea of such a profession and here lies the remnants of that undisciplined endeavour. Passionate, yet easily distracted by the lures of a good... Continue Reading →
headstrong for so long the plan was a given, even executioners can attest to the odd hesitation, reckons herself a James Bond of sorts, but fiction she is not. Curious George away from the book, heard a sound that would entice, a mind so fancy free, no thoughts of vice. drops of deep sugar bohemian,... Continue Reading →
I wanted to write again finally. When I tried to choose a topic, this kept resurfacing in different forms: the trick of being a lamb in wolf’s clothing.Before I go any further let me offer my definitions. I refer to wolves as the perfect aggressive hunters who prey upon peaceful honest creatures I refer to... Continue Reading →
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