The Silence We Inherit

Last fall I spent some time digging through genealogical records and found the secret Anishinaabe heritage no one else in my family seems to know about. My father had been trying, gently, for years to suggest it to me, but I’d silenced him over and over. I was afraid. I told myself that I was… Read more »

Fifteen Years Later

I’ve always felt things cyclically. In the spring I have a mild cough from the memory of croup. Each fall I feel a small anxiety that my family will lose itself again. The first anniversary of a friend’s death hits harder than the first day after they die. Each passing year brings me back around… Read more »

The Idea of Rest

Montréal was one of my favourite cities. Moving there because I fell in love with a musician was an extraordinary adventure and for months I reveled in every moment. People were engaging and hilarious and artistic and political and just so cool. I met two cousins I didn’t even know existed and finally felt like… Read more »