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The good Monday was a civic holiday. I had a picnic with my neighbours. Camembert, hummus, tortilla chips and organic salsa make a great cold meal. Alternatively, the Carousel Bakery makes great hot meals. Stumbled on good-quality zaatar and sumac in St Lawrence Market. Hit a milestone: My first sub-30 5K run. Attended an event with a very silly and fun premise where we wiggled forks to improvised…
Last night, I had a dream that I ran into Sam at a diner. I was with my friend Yasmeen and I said oh that’s Sam. She’s not responding to my texts . She reached over and tapped Sam on the shoulder and asked her why she would do such a thing. Sam, upon being asked, immediately rolled her eyes at me. That was the last straw. I fired my team of dream writers. Sam would never roll her eyes at me. She…
Citrus orange nails and toenails for grandmother’s birthday week. We are bound by the sour and bitter. She asked if I was praying now and when I said yes, my mother gave me a look. Years ago, when I’d say yes, my mother would ask me to point out the direction of Mecca. That nearly always caught me. Even if I guessed right, I couldn’t help smiling. I can be good, I just have to do it in my own way.…
July 2026 in eight pictures
Monday: Domestic and directional. September in January’s coat. Tuesday: Engrossing and exact. A good March or a bad May. Wednesday: Tending and forward. The love child of February and October. Thursday: Curious and serendipitous. April. Friday: Jolly and neighbourly. December. Saturday: Wandering and wordy. June through August. Sunday: Pleasant and leafy. November.
She was fascinated with the inner lives of people she’d known for a fortnight in a way she hadn’t been with me in years. I hated that I still cared about her. It felt undignified to care so much when it had been so long since she asked me a question. She talked about them constantly. They were all we ever talked about. I listened to her talk about what she liked about their minds and their bodies…
An alarm woke me up on Monday. It was loud and it wasn’t coming from my phone. I stormed to the kitchen, trying to guess which appliance could produce such a terrible noise. Nothing seemed suspect. I unplugged the microwave. And waited. It beeped. I waited again in case it made a mistake. It beeped again. I got back into bed and ignored it as best I could with a book. Will I have to deal with this…
Chasing my vitamin D with a big gulp of an Ultra Monster and thinking: that sums up my health quite well. The next time a man in a white coat asks me if I’m taking care of myself, I’ll tell him about that. I chase my vitamin D with energy drinks, doc, why don’t you tell me? He’ll ask about what’s troubling me and I’ll bring up a recent interaction I had with my mother. Okay, so Conan O’Brien was…
Merry melancholy. Many a melancholy, I mean. I spent the week feeling extremely bad about something that I later learned I’d been over-thinking. Rather than attend any of the events in my calendar, I cancelled them and tried to feel a little less tired. I should’ve seen it coming, really, with the week I had. It’s so nice when my mother and I agree for hours on the telephone. It’s like drinking…
I’m not built for this heat. As much time is spent wiping sweat off my forehead and thinking about money and Maggie Rogers as is spent roaming the small flat of navy and grey and black and wondering if now is a good time to turn on the air conditioner. How’s that for a sentence? That’s what it felt like, the heat. It went on and on and on. I had a few days off in the latter part of the week, so I…