Just over a year ago, I moved 4,000 kilometers away from my home city of Vancouver to Toronto. I found myself alone in a new place I had never visited before with absolutely no friends or job in the middle of winter. While this was one of the most challenging and terrifying periods of my life, it

“I am a tortured soul of sorts. I am a songwriter looking for her muse.”This is how I began my “Immodest Proposal,” a note I shared with 100 of my Facebook friends. In it, I beseeched them to become my yentas, like in Fiddler on the Roof. I implored them to help me find “all-encompassing,

My Facebook wall is pretty tame. I have added most of my family as friends, and I try not to repulse them with anything too salacious, odd, or despicable. I'll upload photos of my dog Kermit, of myself and my boyfriend — you know, the usual stuff. Until now. I have uploaded ...Continue reading 

A friend once asked me why I didn't like the TV show Friends. As a young white woman who came of age during Friends's heyday, she only had rosy feelings for the show. I don't begrudge her those feelings, as we can't choose what triggers warmth and nostalgia in us. If we were to ...Continue

Lately, my Facebook feed has been a thoroughly unappetizing soup of Islamophobia, panic, and Trump memes. After any kind of crisis or scandal, it seems like racists spring up like mushrooms after a hard rain across all my social media platforms. (Does anyone even remember when Twitter was