2015, November 18 was when it had last happened, moments before I took this photo on a Ferris wheel in London’s Marylebone neighbourhood. And only once before, in 2009 while…

My heart fell apart and stitched herself together over the years. the incense(d) heart is a reflection of loves lost, and those which continue to keep me. It may be…

Wake-up came naturally, and without an alarm somewhere between 6 and 7. With coffee in hand, I was, by the time we left, snowshoeing 6 km before my workday began….

From Montreal, he and his girlfriend were on The Lake for two weeks in this corner mint-coloured cabin. I called him George Katsopolis, though his name was in fact Jeremy….

This scene on the lake, it has as much energy and socializing as I am willing or open to engaging. I promised a friend that I would write this second…

I have been sat on this a while now, and so it is with great excitement that I share it. My publisher has asked for a second book of poetry, and it…

I snowshoe around this lake daily. Clearing my head, forcing me to move, fresh air, peace and quiet, the reasons are endless. One of the houses dropping back onto the…

In her right arm, she had wrapped an empty plastic bottle and was carrying it around like a baby. I had met and fallen in love with this little Maasai…

“& they lived happily ever after” is where most love stories end, but I will always hold true to my belief that this is precisely where meaningful love stories begin….

Editorial caveat: What follows about me comes with zero judgement regarding the choices of others. I am for everyone’s love affair, no matter the flavour they need to remain in…

This is a thing which I’ve discussed with my girlfriends, but hadn’t thought to put into writing until now. For the last few years of my 30s and first couple…

If she had missed the bus, she’d have been forced to wait a minimum of 30 more minutes. The sun had set, taking her warmth, making way for the cooler…

We may have had this conversation in the past – do you believe that there is such a thing as a rebound relationship? And do you avoid those just out…

Dear Maha, (Name withheld) I have been dating for a few months now. I thought he was perfect until last week when he told me a few things about his…

When I was 13, I broke my femur running into traffic while a boy led. He was the son of our neighbors at the time, only a year older to…

Choosing to wear Malcolm is the only choice I am left able to make, it seems. Let me caveat this post by (re)articulating how being single is a choice which…

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;…

“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 –…

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…

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…

I actually really dig it. I hope that you’re all staying safe and sound, inshAllah, and gearing up for Ramadan ♥️ Comments closed.

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…

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…

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 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…

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…

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…

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)…

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…

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 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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

  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 –…

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…

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…