On the deepest, darkest nights of the deepest, darkest winters, step outside, hold your breath and stand quite still. If you’re really truly silent, and really truly still, tinkling through the crisp and quiet, you’ll hear the sound of car scrapers scraping.
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...]