I’ve never been the type of person who believes our lives are already mapped out for us, as if the stars decided every step we’d take before we even learned how to walk. That every heartbreak, every detour, every moment that knocked us sideways was part of some grand, prewritten plan. But I do believe in something close. I believe that everything happens for a reason. That every decision we’ve ever made, every twist in the road, has shaped us into the people we are today. And maybe that’s not as poetic as the idea of fate, but it’s real. Because when I look back on my life, I can…

A Love Letter to Life in Lockdown. As most of you know—whether you live in Canada or not—here in Ontario, we are still in lockdown. Yes. Yes, I know. The world is opening up all around us while we sit here, still waiting, still counting the days. I won’t even begin my long, theatrical rant about that because, trust me, we would be here for hours. What I will say is this: I have been confined within the walls of my apartment for more than 170 days now. 170! That is nearly half a year spent in the same space, watching the same walls, pacing the same floors, staring longingly…

Hello, world! I cannot believe it has been over a year since I last posted a blog. Actually, it’s probably been that long since I’ve written anything at all, which is a little unsettling because writing has always been my way of processing emotions, of making sense of the world when it feels like chaos. And if there was ever a year brimming with emotions, it was 2020. What even was that? A year that lasted both 12 months and 157 years simultaneously. A paradox in time. A masterclass in vulnerability, grief, and resilience. A year that left me, someone who is rarely at a loss for words, utterly speechless.…

I’ve been a writer since I was a little girl. I write to process, to escape, to remember. I write when I can’t find the words to say out loud. When my emotions feel too big, too tangled, too heavy to carry inside my chest. I write about moments I don’t want to forget—the good ones, the bad ones, the ones that shaped me. And I write to relive—to travel back to the summers I never wanted to end, to the nights that felt like magic, to the heartbreaks that, at the time, I thought I’d never recover from. But today, I’m writing about something different. Gratitude. It hit me…

Monday is Family Day, and honestly, it’s about time we had a holiday that celebrates the most important thing in the world—the people we call home. Family comes in all shapes and forms. Blood-related, chosen, self-made, even the furry kind. Some families are built by birth, others by choice, but at the core of it all, family is the foundation of who we are. Blood ties mean something, of course. Parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles—they’re often the people who shape us the most, even when we don’t see them every day. Some family bonds are unshakable, others fall apart despite the blood that connects us. Not every family relationship is…

With Valentine’s Day around the corner—or Love Day, as I prefer to call it—it feels only right to talk about the one thing that connects us all. Love. Love is wild. It’s unpredictable. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, yet somehow, it can be the most painful too. It’s in the air, in the spaces between people, in the moments that catch us off guard. It’s in the way we hold our breath when we see someone we adore. In the way a song can make us feel understood. In the way a scent can transport us back to a memory so vivid, it feels like we never…