The Deliberate Choices
The Fragility piece generated a lot of very shy DMs from women regarding the following – “The alternative is to engage men about whom I could not give a shit;…
The Fragility
“You need to date someone who already loves you,” was what she said. I had him once. He was my best friend, but I was not ready, and ultimately –…
The Wedding
Paris • 8 August, 2020 Jennifer and Guillaume. But really. This is Jennifer. During my sabbatical, Jennifer’s home was my first non-blood-family home to which I went. When I was…
The Ramadan Challenge
Ramadan is (likely set) to start on Thursday, inshAllah. These past few weeks have taught us that nothing is in our control but our intentions (not outcomes), and our actions…
Day 34 of Staying the Fuck Home
I actually really dig it. I hope that you’re all staying safe and sound, inshAllah, and gearing up for Ramadan ♥️ Comments closed.
The 21st Day of The Covid Chronicles
It’s day 21 of physical distancing for me. I have only been out to collect groceries, pharmaceuticals, and to tend to my mother’s home. Like on Tuesday, the electrician arrived…
The List-Maker
A friend sent me the most poignant quote (thank you, J): “…everything we do before a pandemic seems like an overreaction, and everything after seems like drastic under reaction.” What…
The Hand Washing
I’m trying to write a long-form piece a month, either at the beginning of or end of said month. I think that because I’m having enough fun with Instagram stories,…
The Hard Monogamist
The following short reflection came up because recently, someone (I absolutely adore) asked if they had a right to articulate a need to their lover of early days. I realized…
The New
I even wore my fun lashes for the photograph. New Year, Old Me; may I never know where to look when trying to take a photo. It’s been a minute…
The End
I couldn’t decide on which one to post, so you’re getting both. Since November 28, 2018, I have been writing daily. This is my last such entry, though of course…
The Penultimate Piece
365 days ago, I was getting ready to leave Canada for (what I thought would be) one month. Five months and countless countries (because I’m actually too lazy to count)…
The Gecko
Do I look like a gecko? I feel like I look like a gecko. Also, do I look like I’m some kind of infant toddler? I feel like I might…
The Hand-Holding
This might very well become my favourite new place. I love brick walls almost as much as I love all attention to detail, especially in nooks – I was thinking…
The Poetry Video
The English Lit department at the Islamic University of Gaza asked to feature rose-water syrup during their Great Poetry Fair. They requested that I make a video reading one of…
The Time Slowers
Two of the four food groups right here. Aside from this, my ACTEOTSI of this day was a gratitude journal. I realize that one of the reasons this year has…
The Commitment (Gl)Itch
We were agreeing that every little while, couples should check in with one another to ask if they’re still into each other. She mentioned that it was in Germany that…
The Little Happiness(es)
I order onion skin paper because no one in Ottawa carries it. I also buy vintage airmail envelopes whenever I find authentic ones. Always, I am making lists of things…
The Nervous Nauseous
Eight days, and The Sabbatical comes to its close. I began my own advent calendar – each day, I purchase a thing to celebrate, and to carry into the next…
The Sunshine
Doesn’t she look amazing? She has to wear sunglasses after her cataract surgery so I let her have her pick of mine. She insisted on wearing them over her own…
The Father, Mother, And The Construction
Momma had her first of two cataract surgeries today at the Riverside. I in fact hate being inside of adult hospitals (I am good at children’s, however). Just being inside…
The Male Energy
He wore a Patagonia t-shirt, of course. He’s a mountaineer who has lost feeling in two toes because he was chasing a mountaineering adventure at Canada’s highest peek –…
The Flare-Up
flare-up noun \ ˈfler-ˌəp \ a sudden bursting (as of a smoldering fire) into flame or light, a danger of flare-ups. Some people call it ‘banter’. A note: don’t ask People of Colour…
The Rehabilitation
When did I stop knowing how to take a picture? Our next date will be for me to go over and bake Christmas goods with her in middle December. Natalie’s…
The Smashing Of Windows
There was a parade along my street, which is one of the things I love about my street. All parades must pass through here ❤️ That’s The Grinch inside of…
The Male Character
Unless physically incapable, there will never be a day when I come across a playground at which I don’t play, or a merry-go-round on which I won’t ride. Lesson three…
The Writer(s)
Author of Ayesha at Last, this stunner is Uzma Jalaluddin. I had heard rumblings of this book, but being as out of touch as I have been during The Sabbatical,…
The Clan
The front row are the McGs, while the back row are D & A (married to A & C, covering all first four letters of your A-B-Cs); we met 11…
The Happy Onesies
It was a good day for one of the most important women in my life. Me, I got to tag along and wear scrubs (they are pyjamas in public!!) and…
The Unforgiven
Snow; it’s when the stars fall to the ground. Have I mentioned that I keep track of how I am ageing? Like, an actual list? It’s one of the ways…
The Perfect Day
A very short morning taking care of things for momma. I love Christmas and spent far too long wandering the aisles of Christmas decorations. Last year, I missed momma and…
The Art Evening
That’s Destine (pronounced Destin) on the left, and Sally on the right. You know Sally’s husband David, my legal counsel. Tonight was a night, though. One entirely in support of…
The Balancing
You’re going to get an unusual amount of selfies this month because I’m making up for every time I placed my friends on hold this past year. Sorry? Not even…
The Emergency Room Evening
I spent my evening in CHEO’s emergency room, which is what happens when people you love have babies whose party trick is suddenly projectile vomiting. More on this in a…
The Dating
This is not the same dress that was in today’s story, but rather my this evening’s outfit. (In case you voted, the black sandal is the leading winner so far….
The Libra-Tiger Seating
We could not, for the life of us, take a good photo next to one another. This is the compromise – cropping only ourselves in the photo we like. Vanity…
The Poetry WOWs
What you’re looking at here is a kind of heaven for me; it doesn’t take that much to make me happy – mostly, it is some combination of paper and…
The Maha-Type
Evening at Poppy’s. Earlier, we were discussing ‘types’, because it’s come to my attention, by my own brain, that ‘my type’ no longer works for me. Since 2012, with the…
The Saturday Coffee
This is Archer who, no matter the temperature, is usually only ever in pants. He’s one of my favourite cuddlers, next in talent only to his big brother. These boys…
The Dream Man
Left is my current journal, ready to set on November 30th. Right is my next year’s fresh start. I am more than ready. First day of the last month of…
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