Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva

In Auroville, I am about to move all my shit to the room around the corner from me. Instead of tiles on the floor, there is cement. I will ...

On Sunday, January 4, 2015, infused with alcohol, my ex-ex boyfriend Simon Girard climbed from his eighth floor apartment all the way up to...

November is some kind of national novel writing month. Every November, I feel flooded with guilt that yet again, I will not write a novel. ...

Now I am in Delhi. How and why did that happen? For months I have been meaning to tell you about “fuck blinders.” According to the urba...

Business Idea #1. On A Tuesday. People Walker: Since moving to Montreal and quitting Ashtanga yoga, I have been walking all over the pla...

One day in grade eight, a handful of public health nurses came to visit our classroom. They warned us about the excessive hair that was pro...