Today is my birthday. I am twenty-nine years old. Today, I have lived in Winnipeg for twenty-nine years. Today I am starting this blog anew, because I am twenty-nine, because I am almost thirty, and because the city and I still need to have some words. Some words on the city. The city is my love, my co-dependent love. We validate each other’s flaws. If Winnipeg is frustrated and unlovely, and I am frustrated and unlovely, then we can cling to each other. If one of us pulls back from its potential, the other can too. We’ve comforted each other, [...click for more...]