I used to think running away was the weaker option – that strength came from sticking around and trudging through life. But I soon realized neither option was nobler than the other.
Happiness comes from my search for gratitude. Not waiting for wonderful things to happen to me but rather noticing what is already happening as having its own quiet wonder.
The official government-issued health care read “Sabrina A Nanji.” Only—as far back as I can recall—I’ve never had a middle name.
Had I done things differently, I would’ve celebrated Mother’s Day with a two-month old this year.
It’s rush hour in downtown Toronto one cold winter morning in 2014. With my headphones on and my eyes cast steadily downwards, I step onto the streetcar and scan for an ever-elusive handhold. Someone steps down hard on my right foot; no apology is offered. Another guy sideswipes me in the face with his backpack.… Read More »
If you see me walking down the street, chances are I won’t make eye contact with you. It’s not because I’m self-consciously looking at the ground or superstitiously avoiding cracks, it’s because I’m staring at your sneakers. Sneakers are the ex-boyfriends I never got over. Some were more memorable than others, like the adrenaline-fueled high-top… Read More »