Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
I share how excited my daughter is for our upcoming trip to Regina.
I remember my grandmother Barbara Stange, her many names, her writing, and the connection we shared.
I start the day with a long corrective email that feels more accusatory than helpful.
I enjoy the magical first conversations with someone new and hope they keep going.
I write about introversion and the hard moment when I want connection but struggle to reach out.
I let late-night whisky loosen thoughts about parenting, baseball, creativity, theatre admin, work, and getting through hard days.
I wonder what late-night Twitter would be like without autocorrect and whether drinking makes thoughts clearer or worse.
I share a White Spot moment where my daughter turns a five-cent bet into a meal-payment argument.
I head to the Penticton farmers market for a change of pace and a break from my own mind.
I admit life feels like a battle and wish I could make a few small wins happen.
I overhear coffee-shop conversations about Airbnb renter problems during Centre of Gravity weekend.
I write about nights spent scrolling feeds while knowing I should do something more but lacking motivation.
I hope that when I wake up, I can still do the thing I thought I would do tonight.
I write about overthinking, perfectionism, margin, work, and why this space went quiet despite all the ideas in my head.
I overhear pool-deck complaints about cold water and rethink how spoiled Kylie is with one pool.