Je m’appelle Laura et j’ai 6 ans. Souvent, mes parents ont l’air triste et je ne sais pas pourquoi. C’est peut-être comme ça chez tout le monde. Papa, il aime bien les voyages en voiture. On va souvent voir ses amis et de la famille. Il aime socialiser. Maman, elle…

L’effort de ne pas voir devient de plus en plus difficile. Il devient évident que ce qui semble être de l’ignorance est de l’aveuglement volontaire…oui, volontaire. Car comment expliquer une personne qui dit “ne pas voir de couleur”. C’est beaucoup d’effort de ne pas voir de couleur. …

A sequel to “Dear Diary, My Boyfriend is Dead” I had been thinking about writing a sequel to “Dear Diary, My Boyfriend is Dead” but nothing felt right. Then, I had the idea for this article and knew that this was what I wanted to share. I’ll start by stating…

This is a text I wrote 4 months after I saw my boyfriend suffer and pass away. It’s been 2 years and 1 month. I’m starting to feel okay. — List of memories, scatology, illness, difficult conversations, soap opera, extracts from recent readings. A narcissistic text describing moments in the past and the present to help me walk toward my future. A text made public to face my fear of becoming vulnerable to life again.

A poem about being a child of war survivors and growing up in Canada. Our parents were conditioned to be invisible. Speak too loud. Get shot. Look too beautiful. Get raped. Be different. You’re dead. We were conditioned to be invisible. In public, touch nothing, bother no one. At home, I’m too tired and stressed to be bothered by you. When visiting someone, wait quietly, be polite. Work hard. Don’t speak up. Ask for nothing. We don’t matter to them.

Heartbreak, Loss, Sickness is real hard s**t no matter the context. “You’re a better person because of it” “At least you learned” Really? REALLY? Why give it a meaning? Can we accept that when it sucks, it sucks? “Everything is gonna be okay” “It can only get better” LIES! It can…

Once we hit our thirties, life has alienated us in many ways. We probably know what heartbreak is in friendships and partnerships, what raising a family is, what it’s like to be in the workforce, we have witnessed numerous failed efforts in changing the world and we have seen at…

Life is like a bowl of dumplings, you never know what you’re gonna get….except if you are alone at the restaurant or if you made them at home or…anyway, you get the point. Did you ever eat soup dumplings? They are super comforting on a rainy autumn day. But then…