O Canada

O Canada

Twenty months ago, I stood on the concrete doorstep of a two-room house in the middle of nowhere. Literally the middle of nowhere. For the past two weeks, we had been cooking for a group of loud, hard working, heavy-eating Canadians. They had been busy, definitely working hard, but also playing hard. Between the lot…

My Sisterfriend.

My Sisterfriend.

I don’t understand how this has happened. I really don’t. She’s supposed to still be my baby sister. We’re still sharing a room, fighting over the closet space, nagging each other to turn off the lights earlier (or be quieter in the morning). She’s still writing me messages when we’re supposed to be going to…

Of Fear and Dreams

Of Fear and Dreams

I almost gave up my dream yesterday. Laugh not. Its true. I told myself — and a local photography studio — that I was not sure whether I want to be pursuing my own photography business. This photographer and I were discussing whether it would be a conflict of interest for me to help him…

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