The other night I sat on my bed, trying to look like I wasn’t sitting on my bed, and met online with a group of new friends. Almost everyone, as it turned out, was perched on their bed or sitting in their bedrooms. When houses are full, this is where women go to zoom. Megan, […]
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The other day, when we were driving aimlessly around Ottawa, Brent turned to me and said, “What is the song in the whole world you would most like to hear right now?” “Jackson,” I replied, obviously. He quickly found it on Spotify and Johnny Cash and June Carter were there with us. “Well, go on
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To sleep tonight, I had to write an article today. It felt a little bit like climbing a mountain to get to that beautiful valley tucked in its shadow on the other side, except with notes and highlighters and my laptop and no actual valley, and a little bit of a messy house. “I need
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On Saturday, we strolled through the forest like it was Paris, spinning around on the spot, taking photos with our phones and saying “Look at this!” and sighing, “It’s so beautiful.” I felt for the couple skiing a few metres ahead of us, who maybe had thought they’d have a quiet morning, without snow tourists
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I have thought a few times about writing our kids and Brent’s parents to tell them how great their father and son has turned out to be in a pandemic. I think I haven’t done it mostly because I don’t want the generation above me or below me to think I’m such a wreck that
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