When I grew up, all of our news, weather, and sports came from America. The people where I grew up rooted for American teams as opposed to Canadian teams.

If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

the only thing left to do is love

The world's waistlines are expanding, but it's an epidemic of a larger issue in terms of our bounty having become our burden.

The drugstore is a wonderful place to see all manner of ailments.

We're seeing a decline in religion in North America but, I hope, a rise in individual spirituality. Whatever that means to people.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.