Life Stories

To work in Massey Hall was to be accepted for your flaws and all; you were among like-minded people. We all knew it and enjoyed each other for it.

I think Tom did not know how his end would come, and he decided to leave it to chance, or me.

There are days I still mourn the loss of my womb and ability to give life. I lost more than a body part: I lost a pretty spectacular ability that my body had.

The pendulum is swinging at an erratic pace. This is what life looks like as I fumble through it, in Toronto, in July, under a tree, with a hotdog.

Bif reminded me that there is no such thing as failure, and that even if one person heard this–if it made one person happy–it would be a success.

An act of violence on one Indigenous body is an act of violence on all Indigenous bodies.