Until his death, my grandfather donated blood as frequently as he could – every 12 weeks, I think. He knew all the nurses at the Red Cross Donation Centre. He loved the free milkshake reward. Most of all, he loved giving of himself.  An intimate and generous act in a clinical setting. I wonder how many… More Blood

At Nineteen Weeks

What does it feel like to be pregnant? Shock, at first. Disbelief. “But doctor, are you sure.” “Yes dear” she will say “this is what happens when you have sex.” “But are you sure?” “Yes dear.” You acknowledge that sometimes a soul decides when it will be created — and actually, that is beautiful and perfect.… More At Nineteen Weeks


Do you ever freak yourself out thinking about how this world ends? I want so desperately to know that it makes my stomach burn and I feel panicky. I limit the time I allow myself to think about it. It seems so unfair that we won’t ever know how our story ends. We live a single… More Ellipsism


It never ceases to amaze me how the brain can choose to delete whole, entire memories. For example, if an event is too traumatic. Or if it is insignificant and meaningless. A horrific accident, inconceivable abuse, extreme distress. The file is too hard to process, so the brain simply wipes it. A survival technique that… More Memories

Fear and Attraction

The thing about attraction is that it feels exactly the same as fear. The two are interpreted interchangeably, for better or for worse. They trigger the same racing heart, shortness of breath, the very same nervous energy. They draw similar patterns on your brain. Is it entirely possible then that your mind and body is screaming… More Fear and Attraction

Hands Full

she’s had that seed all along, you know. cupped between her hands, day after day, year after year. not a hinderance. precious cargo.   i caught a glimpse of it, once or twice. it glowed. a white-hot ember!   it warmed her face when she peered down at it. it warmed my face from afar.… More Hands Full

Your Glass House

there will come a time when your glass house will shatter around you. you will stand at the entrance like you always do. with the front door open, looking out. the cracks will creep up the walls. ever so slowly. tiny hairline fractures at first. a warning. they will grow. then one day it will… More Your Glass House