I am a white settler scholar interested in disrupting the conversations we have a house, home, domesticity, neighbourhoods, and cities. I write in order to find the extraordinary in ordinary moments.
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Every so often something will float across my social media feed that reminds parents that they won’t know when is the last time their kid will ride in the stroller, or hold their hand, or hug them goodbye before going into school.
When I was in my early twenties, I had a friend who read me poetry.
From the time I was very little, I have been writing stories in my head.
I have nearly fourteen feet of books on Canadian history, which I didn’t fully realize until I started packing up my books in preparation to move.
I feel like awe has been creeping around the edges of my life for months now.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved dandelions.
A meditation on dreams growing
A meditation on my lost sensory landscape
I put my home on the market last week, and this has stirred up a range of emotions in me.
bell hooks writes in her book Belonging: a culture of place that “talking about place, where we belong, is a constant subject for many of us.
