I have this lipstick that my Grandmary gave me called Think Bronze. I remember her pressing it into my palm in the closet-turned bathroom off her and Grandpajoe’s bedroom, mid chit chat, digging through a zippered mini Clinique tote…

When my brother and I were kids, there was this one flowering succulent in our front yard that we called the “hot chocolate plant” for her dried flowers were a lovely rich brown in winter, just the colour of hot…

Did you bask in the glow of the full strawberry moon last week? Did you taste its summer sweetness from the seat of your bike, your salty sweat drip mingling, shoes off and the tickle of dewy clover underfoot? 

Or…

A dear friend once told me that I have an ambitious sense of time. Yes, it's true. I have been known to approach a day or a week with the hope of doing and being (too) many things. 

It’s also…

Today is the kind mauzy, drizzly day in Ottawa where you viscerally recall that you’ve been meaning to outfit your rear bike wheel with a fender for ages. 

Even if you manage to avoid riding in the downpour, the…