Super Nerd

I grew up in a trailer in the woods. It was not a luxurious double-wide but we did have an addition built on to it so there was an extra room. We grew meat birds and to keep the baby chicks warm in the spring we would keep them in the house under a heat lamp. I preferred them living in my bedroom so I would fall asleep every night to chirping of birds and the smell of tiny poos.

An Ode to Dads

One of my best friends told me this incredible story. It is horribly embarrassing so I have taken out any identifiers. It is all true.

My Creative Process

Nothing.

I feel like shit about this.

There is nothing.

I do other things, less important things, things I could give or take.

I feel like every task is time-wasting. I notice there are a lot of assholes around. I feel fat. I stop wanting to have sex…

Be careful what you ask for…

One Saturday afternoon holding onto the end of my very frayed rope I finally just sat down and I asked. “Dear Lord almighty in heaven puhhhhllleasee just tell me where to step next. I neeeeeed a sign.”

And this is what I saw…

If the cancer doesn't kill her I will…(the live version)

Happy Mothers Day to all the mother lovers out there. Here is a story I told about my tortured love relationship with my mama at The Flame, a storytelling series in Vancouver, BC. Mothers rule the Universe whether we want them to or not! Listen here. mothers-day-love-story Love, Emelia

If the cancer doesn’t kill her I will…(the live version)

Happy Mothers Day to all the mother lovers out there. Here is a story I told about my tortured love relationship with my mama at The Flame, a storytelling series in Vancouver, BC. Mothers rule the Universe whether we want them to or not! Listen here. mothers-day-love-story Love, Emelia

Has my man killed the feminist in me?

*This essay is written from the point of view of a hetero 33-year-old white Canadian woman.

He left this morning for his Vipassana retreat. 10 days- no contact. Within 2 hours of his departure I found myself sitting on the couch in my underpants, eating a hotdog for breakfast…

Super Nerd

I grew up in a trailer in the woods. It was not a luxurious double-wide but we did have an addition built on to it so there was an extra room. We grew meat birds and to keep the baby chicks warm in the spring we would keep them in the house under a heat lamp. I preferred them living in my bedroom so I would fall asleep every night to chirping of birds and the smell of tiny poos.

It is so funny how everything is constantly changing

It’s funny how things are constantly changing in my mind about what I want and need. Funny in a knife in my intestines kind of way. I have longed for things with all my heart and soul, in such an intense and deep way that I would physically prostrate myself, all hands on deck, belly on the earth, praying for …