Tag: Friends

  • July 8, 2023

    July 8, 2023

    At some point in the last few years, I became a homebody. I’m reluctant to go out. I used to love going out. I couldn’t stay home.

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  • June 19, 2023

    June 19, 2023

    In university, I remember once telling a friend that sharing a meal for someone is a testament to their value in your life. I probably said it with fewer syllables, yet more eloquence. Only in the last two-or-so years have I started cooking with any regularity. I think I’ve been learning to cook, as opposed to just cooking. Thing is, I don’t really care for the food, all that much.

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  • Wandering

    A good friend of mine recently sent me a photo of his daughter wandering along a beach in Portugal. He captioned the photo with: “There is something inspiring about the meandering footprints of a child contrasted with [the] linear path of adults.”

    When did we stop wandering? (more…)

  • Dear Nash, 10 Years On

    Dear Nash,

    What’s left to say? (more…)

  • A Short Tribute to Ryan Douglas McDanel

    A Short Tribute to Ryan Douglas McDanel

    Hanging. I can picture your body, broken from the neck up, hanging from the trusses in your metal shop. There’s a ladder lying on the floor that you kicked over before the rope was quickly made taut by the weight of your body. (more…)

  • Day 9 of 30

    Day 9 of 30

    It’s been a really lazy Sunday. There’s been a lot of waking up. I usually need to take one day for unfettered sleep each week. Today was a bit excessive, but I’m glad that I slept. (more…)

  • Day 2 of 30

    Day 2 of 30

    I woke up on my buddy’s couch this morning. He woke up to go to the gym at around 10:30. I looked at the clock and closed my eyes again. I asked him if it’d be okay if I left while he was out, as if I had any real intention of leaving before he got back. (more…)

  • A Quick Word on the Anniversary of Nash’s Death

    A Quick Word on the Anniversary of Nash’s Death

    It’s a wound that I don’t want to have heal, and, yet, it is healing. The death of a friend, a good friend, a best friend, at such a young age, is something that I never thought I’d forget to remember. (more…)

  • Chestnuts

    It must have been the winter of 2005 when I went with friends to Place des Arts in Montreal to take in the winter festivities. I distinctly remember having roasted chestnuts for the first time then. We bought them from a street vendor and they came in a hot paper bag. (more…)

  • I held a baby for the first time in my life tonight

    This is the first time that I've ever held a baby.
    This is the first time that I’ve ever held a baby.

    Here are the responses that I received:

    Sister: Hahahah you look so scared! But it’s super cute. Please say hello to Jordan and Matt for me! And congrats

    Me: I’m terrified!

    Sister: Hahahaha. You look it!

    Me: Great. Good look for me. Loves

    Sister: Well you don’t need to worry yet! I hope. Loves

    Me: Hell no! Loves

    Sister: Loves

    Dad: Yam nice you look good big smile Loves dad

    Me: Ha ha. Thanks. Loves

    Maa: What a cute tall baby. Nice to see you hold a baby. Looks so good. Loves

    Me: #fear

    Zahra: *five laughing with tears emojis* You’re either going to be the best or the worst dad

    Me: Why?

    Zahra: Because I said so

    Me: That was the first time I ever held a baby.

    Zahra: Well good for you, you looked completely natural.

    Me: There was terror in my insides. Terror.

    Zahra: Yes I could tell

    Me: You said I looked completely natural.

    Zahra: I was being sarcastic. I punctuated it.

  • Whence is the Humble Teddy Bear?

    For the last couple of days, I’ve been hunting for a bear, a teddy bear. I found one online that I really like, but the shipping costs more than the bear. I’ve been calling around to shops and visiting others searching for a teddy bear. (more…)