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Adulthood

You can never go home

Home is a topic that has consumed much of my writing. The quest for it, understanding it, the ever present need to grasp what my home is and how that affects who I am in the world. When you live... Continue Reading →

5 things I learned after 5 days fostering the two derpiest dogs in America

Since moving to Los Angeles, one of the most dog friendly cities I've ever lived in, the idea of getting a canine companion has been pretty ever-present. I have my own place (and basically no furniture for a furry friend... Continue Reading →

Brand New: The first working week in the life of an immigrant in America

A week ago today I started my brand new shiny role in the US of A. After waiting for longer than expected in British Columbia (thanks to post offices being closed Friday and Monday for Easter - damn holiday loving Canadians)... Continue Reading →

Be nice to your sibling/s – they are your memory secret keepers

I am feeling a bit border locked as my passport (with my brand new US visa) is being held hostage by the Canadian postal service. Apparently it is something called "Easter weekend" and because of some guy who partied so hard... Continue Reading →

What if I fail? The story of how I finally got my visa and the chance to move to LA

3 months ago to the day today, I landed in Los Angeles. Today in Vancouver, I had my interview for my US visa at the USA consulate here, and it was approved on the spot (it literally took 30 seconds and she... Continue Reading →

The most beautiful tree in the world

What defines something as the "most" or "best" anything? I remember the first time I came to the US. It was five years ago, 2012, and my friend Amanda and I met in Boston for a weekend trip. She flew... Continue Reading →

(Fr)eezy Breezy

As I was thinking about my plans for 2017 and it had suddenly occurred to me that in 2018 I will turn 30. 1988...carry the one...ahhhh fuck! I literally could not stop THIRTY thirty THIRTY thirty THIRTY from pounding in my brain.... Continue Reading →

Choose your own adventure

When I was a kid I love LOVED those Choose Your Own Adventure books. There was one in particular that was set in a museum, possibly Goosebumps (which was ALL my brothers would ever read) that I think I read... Continue Reading →

Make-up your Mind

I didn't buy my own foundation until I was 22. Is that a super first world problem/white girl thing to say? Not a whole lot of 16 year old African mothers sipping on Grande Mocha's in their sweatpants thinking about... Continue Reading →

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