"Can I have a mid-life crisis at 26?" I ask myself; standing opposite my reflection. The usually warm glow from my vanity now feels like harsh a spotlight.
In 7th grade, Mrs. Fyke taught our class about the Irish potato famine through an experiential exercise. Like a real-life Mrs. Frizzle (minus the amazing school bus), she encouraged us to step into the shoes of a contemporary historical subject;... Continue Reading →
As we all deal with the blowback of the recent events in Charlottesville, and the reactions from political leaders, I urge caution in the words we use. And caution in our actions so that we don't add to the fire of hatred, but find ways to effectively and systematically counter it.
Canada. The land of maple syrup, beaver tails, crazy geese, hockey, Tim Hortons, Justin Trudeau and…Italians? Oh yes. Italian immigrants settled into this area of Toronto – now known as Little Italy – beginning in the early 20th century. Known... Continue Reading →
My dad is many things, but first and fore-most, he’s a pilot. And this is something I’ve known about him for as long as I can remember.
Uncovering, telling and sharing these stories is my personal way of battling the odd loneliness and confusion that accompanies being a TCK. Particularly in a world becoming more tribal, intolerant and blind. What we need now more than ever is humanity, and how best to spread that? Through stories.
Because I actually can't (not) share this. The BS is real.