End of the week, lets cry together

One One

I am recently home from my east coast book tour/mini-holiday. PEI. Sackville, NB. After a lovely evening event—in conversation with the great Jaime Burnet—at the Halifax library and a red-eye flight home on a budget airline, I contracted COVID-19 for the third time. Within the grip of

These Frameworks Labeled Home

The Weakerthans second album, Left and Leaving, turned 25, and I am late celebrating it. I started writing this on the day of its anniversary with the best of clear-eyes intentions. I started and stopped sentences, cleaned out spelling mistakes, went back and recompiled half-considered paragraphs. I thought about the

The Tale of Billy Pumpkins

The uber driver on our way to the Harvard bookstore didn’t know what a memoir was, and I’m still at a loss as to the chain of events that leads to someone being legally permitted to own and drive a car, but live entirely unaware of a dominant

Say you care less how I feel

Every interview I’ve done lately has been connected by a single, unexpected thread. A red string tacked to disparate faces weaving an unexpected story from happenstance and stray thoughts. This isn’t true of every conversation I’ve had, but enough of them have created a trend. I was