From shithole to a château

From shithole to a château

The Rebuilding of a Life “Maman, tu est formidable,” says my eight-year-old daughter as I struggle to push my queen-sized mattress up the third floor. This queen sized mattress, and my daughters’ art work is all that I have taken from my previous Mile-End home and...
Melancholia, my friend

Melancholia, my friend

It’s January twenty-four, minus twenty something degrees that ‘feel like’ ten degrees colder. I haven’t actually bothered to check the official temperature because I’m too cold to get out of bed, turn on the heating and reach for my phone. I feel like jumping out of...
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE

When you announce your engagement, it is natural for people to congratulate you with great excitement and immediately glare at your ring. When you tell people that you have just separated, however, the acceptable etiquette is to produce a piteous sad face, accompanied...
ON BEAUTY

ON BEAUTY

An Ode to Literal & Metaphorical Gates It may sound strange that during the past couple of years as I found myself locked behind a ‘Maple Curtain’ and cut from my European roots, I was dreaming of beautiful gates.  But during a particularly challenging period of...
ON THE FEAR OF B-S

ON THE FEAR OF B-S

Perfect is the enemy of good, says the post-it on my computer, reminding me to let go of my obsession with perfectionism. While perfectionism has its obvious benefits, namely, striving to do a good job, writer Elizabeth Gilbert strips perfectionism off its romantic...
The price of truth

The price of truth

“Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth,” wrote Katherine Mansfield. Taking risks and facing the truth had been my guiding principle throughout much of my...